the time has come to speak of many things

of jacks and queens and kings



i bared my wrists and promised to begin

but you cut the blade straight in



try hard my love do you hear the distant strings

please remember what this means



did i come back for all of this?

it seems absurd somehow...

with one well-placed flick of the wrist

you've really done it now...



(all of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision)



the time has come

for things to come undone

that we should not have begun



at last i felt a numbness overcome

and now you turn and run...



the time has come

to take me in your arms and touch these fragile scars



you have the choice now so decide

if you want in or out

there is too much left for us to try

you cant just give up now



the time has come

to speak of many things

of jacks and queens and kings



it took that cut to bring me back to life

theyre bleeding, theyre frightened but i hold out both my hands:

no one in the world will ever touch me there again.