I make my eyes water
And my sight blurs
There's no one to blame
And that's what makes it worse
You offer a solution
And I will complain
My mourning has turned
Into worship of my pain
I pile on the agony
Stack every inch of sadness
I build my tower of lament
I rub the salt properly
Deep into the wound
And I will love heart
Very, very soon
The hurt cuts deeper
And I start to fall
You ask me how to come
But there's no reason at all
And my sight blurs
There's no one to blame
And that's what makes it worse
You offer a solution
And I will complain
My mourning has turned
Into worship of my pain
I pile on the agony
Stack every inch of sadness
I build my tower of lament
I rub the salt properly
Deep into the wound
And I will love heart
Very, very soon
The hurt cuts deeper
And I start to fall
You ask me how to come
But there's no reason at all