Besedila: Six Pence None The Richer. This Beautiful Mess. I Can't Explain.

I've wrapped myself up in a universe again
And let the darkness quell my match flame confidence
And unwillingly I hide the lever I must find
To release the deep, the tears withheld inside

But I can't explain
I can't make sense of the things I'm saying
The crystal tears are sliding down again
Your moonlit cheeks and soaking silken lips

If this pain is so real
There's a hand that someday must heal
And give us the words
That time steals and won't let us say