bring me in silence
to find a place
that doesn’t work sometimes
and i’ll try to shoot
right through it
how much time does it take
to get lost
in the words
in the fight of your life
finger biting
leg twitching
and i’m not willing
to give up this time

(chorus) now i’m stuck
with broken fingers
broken bones
and i’ve gone down and found
something there belongs
and i can’t stop
no, i can’t stop

i know this is
filling a space for me somehow
not anyone else
a selfish act or
just a wild attack or
just the fact that i wasn’t breast-fed
that’s what freud said

well, it feels like a broken heart
keep tearing apart
from the surface
and you find there’s nothing left
but a certain satisfaction
of get-ting something
that someone else can’t get

the pain and the rawness
of broken fingers
broken bones
i’ve gone down and found
something there belongs
and i can’t stop
no, i can’t stop