Lyrics
No means by which to change her,
No instruments to gauge her,
A secret taken to the grave.
This heart is a heart of danger,
Just how much will you wager?
Enough to sign your life away?
And since that day, you haven't been the same,
I can't believe the change, that's come over you,
Your solem side, it seems, has multiplied,
At least one thousand times.
With your hands high to cover your face,
Gingerly feel your way through the space,
That your mind set aside in your head,
Where those memories are buried and dead.
No means by which to change her,
No instruments to gauge her,
A secret taken to the grave.
This heart is a heart of danger,
Just how much will you wager?
Enough to sign your life away?
And since that day, you haven't been the same,
I can't believe the change, that's come over you,
Your solem side, it seems, has multiplied,
At least one thousand times.
With your hands high to cover your face,
Gingerly feel your way through the space,
That your mind set aside in your head,
Where those memories are buried and dead.
Only onions make you cry
Only onions make you cry
Only onions make you cry
And since that day, you haven't been the same,
I can't believe the change, that's come over you,
Your solem side, it seems, has multiplied,
At least one thousand times.
With your hands high to cover your face,
Gingerly feel your way through the space,
That your mind set aside in your head,
Where those memories are buried and dead.
With your hands high to cover your face,
Gingerly feel your way through the space,
That your mind set aside in your head,
Where those memories are buried and dead.
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