歌词
Is it this place that makes me fall from you forget the words that once rang so true did we expect that life was ever fair, my god... i sowed a field of rose and reaped a whipping rod and everything i've held too tight inside could make a part of me die and if my lips could only speak the name the dam would break what is this ice that gathers round my heart to stop the flood of warmth before it even starts it would make me blind to what i thought would always be the only constant in the world for me and every hours of every day i need to fight from pulling away and if my mind could only loose the chain the dam would break for all the things i hid away and all the words i could not say the dam would break