Broken Hands (part II)

I never wanted to leave you alone
But I'm a thousand miles away
From that place you call home
You can’t fight what you’ve never known
So you go
So you go

Well time it moves slowy again
Days turn to weeks
And the weeks they don’t end
If it’s the only way to make amends
I’d break every bone in my pathetic hands

So I’ll take my chance
I might as well
Break my own hands
Well it kills me to know
That the world turns too slow
But I know that I'll see you again

Oh, I spent most of my own time
Alone in dark rooms
But I still couldn’t hide
From the voices caught up in my mind
Saying: Home is wherever your whole heart resides

So I’ll take my chance
I might as well
Break my own hands
Well it kills me to know
That the world turns too slow
But I know that I’ll see you again

I'm a, I'm a swear
To you, to you, my dear
That these old broken hands have made me a
I'm a, I'm a swear
To you, to you, my dear
That I'm a changed man, well I am a
Changed man
Oh, well, I'm a, I'm a swear
To you, to you, my dear
That I'm a changed man, well, I am a
Changed man

So I’ll take my chance
I might as well
Break my own hands
Well it kills me to know
That the world turns to slow
But I know that I’ll see you again

Well it kills me to know
That the world turns too slow
But I know that I’ll see you again