bruised fingers in the sky
bloodied lips touching
black eyes gleaming
and scratches all over our chests and back
we're damaged
so terribly damaged
but your love is just too good to lose
I'll stay if I'm what you choose
bruised fingers in the sky
bloodied lips touching
black eyes gleaming
and scratches all over our chests and back
we're damaged
so terribly damaged
but your love is just too good to lose
I'll stay if I'm what you choose