I held the hand that held the rock
That broke the glass out of the window
I told a friend about a friend
He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know
I slit the wrist I made a fist
I tightened up and let the blood flow
I told a friend about a friend
He said I'm wrong yeah what does he know

And the sound of all of this was so appealing
So simple and the secrets we were told
I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling
And dreamt of high countries that never fell

I held the hand but couldn't stop
The broken glass from coming too close
We were ashamed it could not work
But I moved too slow
The tad on this was to insist
We had not lost the strength on our own
I told a friend about a friend
He said I was wrong yeah what does he know

And the sound of all of this was so appealing
So simple and the secrets we were told
I fell asleep just staring at the ceiling
And dreamt of high countries that never fell