Heart on the Ground
Picking through bones that way,
Throw the loser's heart on the ground.
Rules forgotten, throw away.
You don't have to feel that way,
You don't have to feel that way,
You don't have to twist the knife.
You don't have to twist the knife,
You don't have to twist the knife.
Fresh made fields,
Fresh time on the clock better still.
And a clean cloth to wipe it away.
You don't have to feel that way,
You don't have to feel that way,
You don't have to twist the knife.
You don't have to twist the knife,
You don't have to twist the knife.
Heads buried in the sand,
In a foolish waiting game.
Sputters and shakes waiting for a shine.
You don't have to feel that way,
You don't have to feel that way,
You don't have to twist the knife.
You don't have to twist the knife,
You don't have to twist the knife.
Corazón en el Suelo
Rebuscando entre huesos de esa manera,
Tira el corazón del perdedor al suelo.
Reglas olvidadas, tiradas al olvido.
No tienes que sentirte así,
No tienes que sentirte así,
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo.
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo,
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo.
Campos recién hechos,
Tiempo fresco en el reloj aún mejor.
Y un paño limpio para limpiarlo.
No tienes que sentirte así,
No tienes que sentirte así,
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo.
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo,
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo.
Cabezas enterradas en la arena,
En un juego de espera tonto.
Tartamudeos y temblores esperando brillar.
No tienes que sentirte así,
No tienes que sentirte así,
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo.
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo,
No tienes que retorcer el cuchillo.