Besedila: Eskimo Joe. Black Fingernails, Red Wine. Breaking Up.

A handful of sand
Is all that you grab
as you've watched the money fall
Right through your hands
It took such a long, long time now
To build on demand
But this is war in the cradle of
This modern man

Does this mean we're breaking up
Like stones again

A mouthful of glass
That cuts up your words
You better watch that nothing's falling out
Watching nothing is heard

Does this mean we're breaking up
Like stones again

It took a long, long, long, long time
To reverse, like a curse
It took a long, long, long, long time
A long, long, long, long time

Abd these are the words in the pages of
And this is the law of unspoken love
And this is a was in the cradle of
This modern man

Does this mean we're breaking up
Like stones again