talk about about love
and talk about trust
i know it's hard
to believe this is us
talk about about hate
talk about distrust
tell me every time
this has to be discussed
go tell your mother
and your father too
go tell your brothers
i think your sister knew
how will we know
when you are done
and i am undone
lay one more time
on this blood stained sheet
the soft ground
is where our hearts would meet
tied and tangled
by everything we've done
just lie still
and we can wait for the sun
how will we know
when you are done
and i am undone
again and again i come back
how will we know
when you are done
and i am undone
