hundred hands - washed away | Текст песни

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• hundred hands
• washed away

Words that cut like razors edge.
You can't leave but you can't stay.
And I'm sleeping the hope that the hopeless hope on and on.
This has to end. empty notions bring me down.

You were surrounded.
I was alone.
I asked you to hold me.
But went home.

Driving home from the ocean.
Your picture in my hand