I put my best foot first and it got burnt communication always hurts
I`ve got myself so deep inside a hole I taste the air go thin as I get old
I don`t think so as I get old I don`t think so
She`s my hands she`s my hands picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly she`s my novacaine ride novacaine
Pick up the pieces of my world glue them together I wish I could
I can`t believe it as the picture fades just like a TV but the sound remains
I don`t think so no I don`t think so
She`s my hands she`s my hands picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly she`s my novacaine ride
Feel it as I shake shatter illusions fade taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears I don`t think so I don`t think so
She`s my hands, she`s my hands picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can fly she`s my novacaine ride