Stained
Gb, Ebm, Bbm, Db
Your words will help me just to whisper
Your face is so unclear
I try to pay attention
Your words just disappear
'Cause it's not the same in this damn town, yeah
I'm doing all the things I shouldn't say
So I speak to you in riddles
'Cause my words get in my way
I smoke the whole thing through my head and feel it wash away.
'Cause I can't take any more of this.
I want to come about
Or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart?
But I know I'll do the right thing if the right thing is revealed.