Text: Lost In The Trees. Fireplace.

Like an old man walks to the end of his life.
And he's carrying a bag of bloody knives.
Pass them out and say, "Hold them tight."
Here's a weight too sharp to hold.
So I'll take true love and I'll cut it up with scissors.
And I'll throw it in the fireplace.
We can dissappear together.

Cut the weight of that what is too sharp to hold.
With my paper soul and I hear it's painful
as to forget your still angry.
If I can't heal my heart, forget me.

So I take true love and I cut it up with scissors.
And I'll throw it in the fireplace.
We can burn it out forever.
Why is life so hard?
And I'll cut it up with scissors.
And I'll throw it in the fireplace.
We can dissapear together.

Cut the weight of that what is too sharp to hold.
So surround yourself with good people.
I know it's painful but we can stand.
And if this plan can't work, then tear my hand.
With a paper soul healing is difficult.
As is to forget when you're still angry.
If I can't hear my heart, forget me.