Dark Tones - Stories Untold

You’ll be the knife to cut the sutures

In the operating room

I was lying on the table

There was nothing I could do

You’d be the one to leave me heartless

As you walk out of the room

I was lying on the table

You’ve been lying since the womb

We scar far too easily

You left me begging «Come home please»

We scar far too easily

You left me begging «Love me please»

So go, try to prove me wrong

You’re innocence is gone

God I hope I’m wrong

You light the match of the past

But nothings left for the bride and groom

The fire spreads to the children in their beds

Once the fire’s fed

You can rest your head

So go, try to prove me wrong

You’re innocence is gone

God I hope I’m wrong

Go down the rabbit hole

I’ll hold my breath not to lose control

So go, try to prove me wrong

You’re innocence is gone

God I hope I’m wrong