Текст песни Enchant - Broken
Enchant - Broken слова песни
Not what I`ve done,not what I`ve spokenNot what I`ve shown,not that I liedJust holding on would render me brokenBut weak as I am, my hands remain tiedFear of wrath,fear of painFear of facing what I amFear this might leave a stainOf your blood on my handsMy face is scarred,my hands uncleanCan`t wash away the fool I`ve beenMurder one or suicide:Which would be the greater sin?Straining to hold each breath I`m takingA shackle that pulls,I can`t set it freeNot quite below,but slowly I`m breakingIn saving you I would be killing meFear of wind,fear of rainWe built this house on shifting sandFear this might leave a stainOf my own blood on my handsMy face is scarred,my hands uncleanCan`t wash away the fool I`ve beenMurder one or suicide:Which would be the greater sin?A wave that hits from behind meA weight that pulls from beneathA storm that blows all around meA fear inside that has bound me[Music: T.Leonard,D.Ott,P.Craddick][Lyrics: T.Leonard]