Take my sword from the slaughter
Melt it down into vapor, and my armor, too
I hear hot blood flap and flutter
From your temple to shoulder
And all through you
When you hold on to me it isn't easy
When you hold on to me it isn't fair
But when there's no key
Oh, you find me there
Find me there
Find me there
Ooh
I'm turning white, I'm leaves of paper
Turn my hands from this labor and lift me through
When you hold on to me it isn't easy
But you should hold on to me
It isn't fair
But when there's no key
Oh, you find me there
Find me there
Find me there
Ooh
And kids get lost, lambs out wandering
And bigger, blacker things come calling
From outside a tiny garden somebody once laid their hearts on
And kids get lost, kids get broken
Diaries get found and opened
And legs get led astray
And then they lie inside some secret place
Where the sun looks in the open ceiling
And kids grow up, and kids stop feeling
Kids, and feel adults, and face away
But in last love dreams
The lost and pa**ed out of this world are softly sighing
Trying to decide if they should leave the things that keep them crying
And some will rise and keep on living with open eyes, with minds forgiven
The river's flowing is arrested
And resumed after they've blessed it
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again
(Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again)
It's over
(Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again)
It's over
(Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again)
It's over
(Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again)
It's over
(Over and over and over and over and over and over and over again)
(Over and over and)