Žodžiai dainai: Eskimo Joe. Black Fingernails, Red Wine. Breaking Up.

A handful of sand is all that you grab
As you're watching the money fall
Right through your hands

It took such a long, long time now
To build on demand
This is a war in the cradle of this modern man

Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?
Like stones again
Like stones again

A mouthful of glass cuts up your words
You better watch that nothing's falling out
Watching nothing is heard

Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?
Like stones again

It took a long, long, long, long time
To reverse, like a curse
It took a long, long, long, long time
Took a long, long, long, long time

These are the words in the pages of
And this is the law of unspoken love
And this is a war in the cradle of
This modern man

Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?
Does this mean we're breaking up?

(Like stones again)
Does this mean we're breaking up?
(Like stones again)
Does this mean we're breaking up?

(Like stones again)
Does this mean we're breaking up?
(Like stones again)
Does this mean we're breaking up?

Like stones again
Stones again
Like stones again
Stones again