your window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain X marks the spot Twain O.C. the cut layin' A stew of empty
calls her name I wonder if she makes him smile The way he used to smile at me I hope she doesn't make him laugh Because his laugh belongs to me How
window broke out son A cool breeze got my lips chap, mornin' slap some Soul in my bread basket gap contain "X" marks the spot twain, O.C. the cut layin' a stew of empty
compassion But I've nothing left to give [II. Despair:] Left now Alone with your betrayal There's no way to feel secure Anymore Broken Crushed in soul
