The Bruises Songtext
von William The Conqueror

One last look at the bruises, everyone loses
Everyone′s a salt pile back where it started
In her apartment, breaking over things that don't really matter
If anything, thank her, she′s the one that told you
When you were crying, the romance was dying
Even in the desert, somewhere you met her
Who could forget her?
Dancing like a mirage on the horizon

It's not surprising that you fell in love with her
Let's hope you′re still in love with you


What a mess you created, could you not have waited?
Excuses only end up, taught and then feathered
Regarded as weather, better throw the salt back
Over your shoulder, and kick in the front door
Kiss her with a mouthful of silly secrets
Tired and street lit, butterflies in red wine
Nervously undressed, unable to process
Knowing that tomorrow is the horizon

It′s not surprising that she fell in love with you
Let's hope you′re still in love with you

Never see it reflected as you suspected
Breathing had become so bitterly painful
She called in the angels
Flying in to lay down every opinion
All 23 million, singing at the same time
You're trying to whisper, no wonder she missed you
Take a final look at all of the bruises
Conscience refuses to settle on a cure for
All the confusion and ideal solution
Crumbling like a pallor on the horizon

It′s not surprising that you're still in love with her
Let′s hope she's still in love with you