I could have treated you better
But you couldn't have treated me worse
But it's he who laughs last
Is he who cries first
(sem correr nas cordas)
Sometimes I feel I know strangers
Better than I know my friends
Why must a beginning
Be the means to an end
The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
When the last word has been spoken
And we've beared witness to the final setting sun
(sem correr nas cordas)
All that shall remain is a token
Of what we've said and done
When all we've had has been forsaken
Distant church bells no longer ring
That's the sound of a heart taken
And the story of tears from a king
The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
oh i cannot survive the roses
(repete o verso)
The stones from my enemies
These wounds will mend
But I cannot survive
the roses from my friends
oh i cannot survive
the roses
i cannot survive the roses from my friends.