This night, this night’s just like the rest.
Thsese same thoughts just runnin’ through my head.
Same reckless phrase with a different face.
They say, they say that I am worthless, but I’m not listening.
I swear, in the end.
Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same falsehoods built to be broke down.
Around and around, I’m falling down, again.
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
This feels the same.
Complications and different situations.
I am holding out for love.
Is it worth it to die a little each day? All for unseen grace.
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.
I would say, where I’ve been to where I am,
It is worth it; it is grace.
When all else fades, you can see it, this place.
So now…
Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same falsehoods built to be broke down.
These thoughts were meant to be broke down. (x 12)
Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.
Lyrics corrections:
This night, this night’s just like the rest. Thsese same thoughts just runnin’ through my head. Same reckless phrase with a different face. They say, they say that I am worthless, but I’m not listening. I swear, in the end.
Round, round they spin like a record now. Same falsehoods built to be broke down. Around and around, I’m falling down, again.
Sticks and stones may break my bones; Your words they surely kill, they surely kill. This feels the same. Complications and different situations. I am holding out for love. Is it worth it to die a little each day? All for unseen grace.
Sticks and stones may break my bones; Your words they surely kill, they surely kill. Your words they surely kill, they surely kill. Your words are breaking down now.
I would say, where I’ve been to where I am, It is worth it; it is grace. When all else fades, you can see it, this place. So now…
Round, round they spin like a record now. Same falsehoods built to be broke down. These thoughts were meant to be broke down. (x 12)
Sticks and stones may break my bones; Your words they surely kill, they surely kill. Your words they surely kill, they surely kill. Your words are breaking down now.
It’s all for her, again. Yeah.