Tekst piosenki: Nicky Wire - Saudade
It's the love that makes you
It's the hate that breaks you
I'm a broken man
I got blood on my hands
It's the fear that grips you
It's the knowing that twists you
I'm a broken man
I got blood on my hands
All I have is a lonely voice
Too uncertain to make a choice
Waste of regret, waste of joy
Waste of memory when I was a boy
It's the atoms that made you
It's the beauty that hunts you
I'm a broken man
I got bleach on my hands
It's the crying the screaming
It's the death of the meaning
I'm a broken man
I got bleach on my hands
All I have is a lonely voice
Too uncertain to make a choice
Waste of regret, waste of joy
Waste of memory when I was a boy
Oh it's my mother my father
It's the kindness the laughter
I'm a broken man
I got nothing in my hands
It's the wanting the missing
It's the place that I've leaved in
I'm a broken man
I've got nothing in my hands
All I have is a lonely voice
Too uncertain to make a choice
Waste of regret, waste of joy
Waste of memory when I was a boy
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