Besedila: Subb. The Black Hand.

What about those visions inside your head
Do they make you cautious of things unsaid
What about those hugs and those friendly eyes?
And about all your pretty little lies
Is it a concession, a capitulation...
I have a right to know... tensions and woes...

And my jaw hits the floor
As you walk out the door
It's like the black hand to my throat
A scar to remind me you know... this is how it goes...

What about the weather
What about the storm that is in your head
Put the weight on my shoulders
If it helps you to believe in the fact
You're livin' a lie, you're livin' a lie
I've asked myself a hundred times
Why do I end up back in line
You'll never know how much of this that I can take anyway

What about the pressure
What about the lies inside of your head
What about the pressure
What about us now

And my jaw hits the floor
As you walk out the door
It's like the black hand to my throat
A scar to remind me you know...

And my jaw hits the floor
As you walk out the door (this is how it goes)
It's like the black hand to my throat
A scar to remind me you know... (this is how it goes)

this is how it goes
this is how it goes
this is how it goes
this is how it goes
this is how it goes