Words

WORDS IN A MILLION PIECES
Songwriter (Text & Musik):
(c) Marina Salamon

Words drop on your thoughts
like rain on wet earth.
The wires between your thoughts.
They moan on and on.
The voltage 's too high to bear.

Words sharp as razor-blades.
Wires could be cut.
It's hot, oh too hot to breathe.
Maybe your head might tear
to a million pieces.

Door has not been opened
but soon will be closed again.
Nothing at all will be spoken in the end.

Words killed any peace, your love too.
Words not heard again.
They, too, died last night,
surely torn to a million pieces.

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