You provoke tears that stain
you control my face
you arrange it to show
a broken expression
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
As the cracks appear to run
But we'll meet again on better terms
You provoke tears that stain
you control my face
you arrange it to show
a broken expression
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
As the cracks appear to run
But we'll meet again on better terms
I hate to be the bearer of bad news
As the cracks appear to run
But we'll meet again on better terms
I hope to god we, get out alive
