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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