There's a hot hard hurt |
| Burning under her skin |
| And it pricks her like thorns |
| And it's needles and pins |
| And it twists in her body |
| And I know what it is |
And I'm paying in pain |
| But it's the cost of the high |
| 'Till the weight of the secret |
| And the weight of the lie |
| Makes my heart want to burst |
| Feel the ache as time goes by |
| Getting better and worse |
| Getting better and worse |
And there's a screw that I tighten |
| As I dream of the kiss |
| And it twists and it cuts me |
| And you know what it is? |
| It's a fragment of love |
| From a splintering heart |
| And it tears her apart |
| But not as much as this |
So you save up your tears |
| For the moments alone |
| 'Till the splinters you gather |
| Leave you glass-hard and numb |
| And the same sun is shining |
| On the old and the young |
| On the saints and the sinners |
| On the weak and the strong |
And there's a burning and freezing |
| And a cross for a kiss |
| So she learns to stop dreaming |
| And you know how it is |
With these fragments of love |
| And this splintering heart |
| With the fragments |
| And this splintering heart |