A L L W E E V E R S E E O F S T A R S A R E T H E I R O L D P H O T O G R A P H S
The redness of his face permits The truth his words won't dare admit His sunken eyes are hid behind a darkened lens
Broken doors and thoughtless words The tyre tracks on her dead lawn Feeble threats and loveless debts Prove nothing when she steals your breath
She stands tall with strength; not height You can see the fists inside her eyes Now it's time for her revenge, Delivered acid tongue God pity/help him
She sits there in the aftermath As the cars are driving slowly past
Broken doors and thoughtless words The tyre tracks on her dead lawn Feeble threats and loveless debts Prove nothing when she steals your breath
She sits there in the aftermath And listens as cars drive slowly past His final show, his lies Have done nothing but cure her smile
Her bruises fade from black to blue Over time, they slowly heal You think you've grown, found love again When you break your own heart, it will never mend
Broken doors and thoughtless words The tyre tracks on her dead lawn Feeble threats and loveless debts Prove nothing when she steals your breath