I've been caught between the lines across my face
Then I'm open to all the nights of my disgrace
When I focus in I feel the black blood through my veins
Then I'm open to all the bitter driving rain

I've been caught between the lines across my face
Then I'm open to all the nights of my disgrace
When I focus in I feel the black blood through my veins
Then I'm open to all the bitter driving rain

When I get that feeling I will stumble through the air
A part of me that's missing something simply is not there

Could it be I'm not so old
Could it be I'm not so broken
Could it be that life will open up again

Could it be I'm not so old
Could it be I'm not so broken
Could it be that life will open up again

Could it be I'm not so old
Could it be I'm not so broken
Could it be that life will open up again

Could it be I'm not so old
Could it be I'm not so broken
Could it be that life will open up again
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart
(so broken) (so broken) the blackest blood the blackest heart