SUBTITLES IN CC AND BELOW
Lyrics:
Every time we meet our string breaks and separates us
Every time
What on Earth
Is left for me to believe in?
When I was born there was no surprise that I was bawling
In order to not be stolen, In order to not die fruitlessly
I’ll live with all my might
My chest has been run through with a knife
and I don’t tug it out
The moment I do I know I’ll get sprayed with what could only be my own gushing tears
Is it true our lives glisten as they fall as tears from our open eyes?
Every time we meet our string breaks and separates us
Every time
What on Earth
Whats left for me to believe in?
WACOCA: People, Life, Style.