Cries Too Hard lyrics

Torch the moon, burn the schools

She wrote in red on her bedroom wall -

"Nothing`s pure", the paint runs to the floor



She laughs too easily and cries too hard

Shouldn`t drink alone, the colours run

How can she forgive

When we know well what we do?



Feather scratches on her wrist

Dry run with a bread knife for a final twist

It wouldn`t be for show if it should come to this



She was born to feel it all, to see it all

When I feel so lightly it`s still burning brightly

And she won`t look away



Torch the moon, burn the schools

Why it`s a man making all the rules

Frida Khalo poster on her door