I FEEL IT IN MY SPINE
THE URGE TO KNOW WHY
DID YOU BLEED THROUGH WOUNDS
THAT COULD NEVER MEND?
Durante a próxima parte (1:02, 1:11) - Guitarra Limpa,
BURN MY HAND
TEAR ME DOWN
I KEEP YOU INSIDE
YOU KNOW, THERE'S NO SPITE
I SIMPLY WISH YOU COULD MAKE ME
UNDERSTAND SOMEHOW
DOES IT MAKE ANY SENSE NOW?
WHEN MY HAND He REACHES FOR THE GUN AGAIN
(Com essa base a segunda guitarra fica fazendo um solinho
mais ou menos parecido com o da introdução)
I FEEL IT IN MY SPINE
THE NEED TO STAY AWHILE
JUST TURN MY BACK
DRAW ALL THESE THINGS OUT OF MY HEAD
AND CARE FOR THE ONES WHO STAYED
CARE FOR THE ONES WHO STAYED
BURN MY HAND
TEAR ME DOWN