jenny,
when the lights go out tonight
and daddy isn't there to put it right
hands that we used to hold
kept us warm through the cold
(the more we love you
the more you're gonna hurt us)
flowers in the dirt will grow
into something beautiful
(the more we love you
the more you're gonna hurt us)
memories of granny's house when we were small
mommy's sweet voice echoes through the hall
hands that we used to hold
kept us warm through the cold
(the more we love you
the more you're gonna hurt us)
flowers in the dirt will grow
into something beautiful
(the more we love you
the more you're gonna hurt us)
when your daddy asks you
if i letchya down, letchya down, again?
your heart
your brain
all the words that you say
your heart
your brain
all the blood that's in your veins
your heart
your brain
fill me up and i'm okay.