Cure A Wound

Throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it – what has an endless
sight – it never cared for us – will the midnight sun ever be that black
again – take off more masquerades, longing to be touched – to be released in
a way or another – try harder and everything will be blending, then tear it
down – the wine’s out of your cup – don’t cure a wound, no baby, that
doesn’t help at all – throw your wishes at a stone, whenever feeling it –
what has an endless sight – it never cared for us – the wine’s out of your
cup – don’t cure a wound, no baby, that doesn’t help at all – the wine’s out
of your cup – don’t cure a wound, no baby, that doesn’t help at all –
“there’s too many party people, the tough guys are even worse” – oh if it’s
grey one should get lost, and you should know you spell it wrong – let’s
bleed for the years that passed away with seasonal affective disorder even
in midsummer