I'm running through the fire when there's nothing left to save.

James Morrison Feat. Nelly Furtado - Broken Strings


[James Morrison]
Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again but you broke me
Now I can't feel anything

When I love you it's so untrue
I can't even convince myself
When I'm speaking it's the voice of someone else

Oh
It tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh
The truth hurts and a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before

[Nelly Furtado]

Oh
What are we doing
We are turning into dust
Playing house in the ruins of us

[Both]
Running back through the fire when there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when it's too late

Oh
It tears me up
I try to hold on but it hurts too much
I try to forgive but it's not enough to make it all okay

You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I can't tell you something that ain't real

Oh
The truth hurts and a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before

But we're running through the fire when there's nothing left to save
It's like chasing the very last train when we both know it's too late

[Nelly Furtado]
Too late

[Both]
You can't play on broken strings
You can't feel anything that your heart don't want to feel
I cant tell you something that ain't real

Well truth hurts and a lie's worse
How can I give anymore when I love you a little less than before

Oh
Yeah
Yeah
I love you a little less than before

Let me hold you for the last time
It's the last chance to feel again.


Reminiscence of the past, the last year in particular.
I hate reminiscing.
Mainly because they would remind me of just what a loser I am.
How I can never get things the way I want them to be.
Though this year is a new year, I am afraid of the same vicious cycle.

Once bitten, twice shy.
Third time can jump down and die.

Catchy.
But true.


Peace and love,
Lewis