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Got lost in the musing of what's to come Left lost in the heartache, broke and numb And I'm sticking to the walls that set us apart Singing there's only one piece to a broken heart Cos you disturb at five in the morning With love songs sung under your breath But you've been dreaming I'm leaving and pretending your dead Cos I've given what I can Been blinded by what I see Just digging a hole, intended for me And when I find you I won't be surprised to find crystals in your heart To be back at the start Singing if there had been a crime it would have left a clue This man was a saint and that's all I knew Now watch all my spindles, cogs and wheels Spit and sweat and make me ill While I whisper, give you peaceful sleep Writing the names of suspects on pieces of paper Wrapped in clay cos guilt floats much better And I'll watch for the first and know they're guilty Destined to fall in love with the next person they see Then learn the black names through the following signs The twisting of fingers and telling of lies And when I find you I won't be surprised to find crystals in your heart To be back at the start Singing, I'm sick of the pain, sick of the hurt Sick of the lies underneath your skirt |