RED HANDED DENIAL – Worse for Wear

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LYRICS:

So is this love they say
Where do I begin?
The comfort in our self-destruction satisfies the sin
And everything came crashing down
I'm sifting through the mess
You took it away

Quivering, the blood circles the drain
Wash away any evidence of me
Misery, I see it in your eyes
Forever running from the darkness deep inside

I’d give you my heart if it was even there
I’d carry your world when it’s too much to bear
These desolate eyes are at best, worse for wear
Oh my love, could you ever love again?

When it began the world was in the palm of our hands
Cast aside the innocence
So is this love?
The back and forth
The push and pull of compromise I never knew
So is this love?
This is love they say

I fade away

I’d give you my heart if it was even there
I’d carry your world when it’s too much to bear
These desolate eyes are at best, worse for wear
Oh my love, could you ever love again?

I fade away
Forgetting my name
Like the summer rain
You were there then you were gone
We were falling out of love
As you walked away, you echoed
I followed like a song
Stole a kiss that could move mountains
You took a piece of me
Now I’m left in the wake of your melody

I’d give you my heart if it was even there
I’d carry your world when it’s too much to bear
These desolate eyes are at best, worse for wear
Oh my love, could you ever love again?
I’d give you my heart if it was even there
I’d carry your world when it’s too much to bear
These desolate eyes are at best, worse for wear
Oh my love, could you love again?

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