Текст: Sixpence None The Richer. This Beautiful Mess. I Can't Explain.

I've wrapped myself up
in a universe again
and let the darkness quell
my matchflame confidence
and unwillingly I hide
the lever I must find
to release the deep
the tears withheld inside

but I can't explain
I can't make sense of the
things I'm saying

the crystal tears
are sliding down again
your moonlit cheeks
and soaking silken lips
if this pain is so real
there's a hand that someday must heal
and give us the words
that time steals and won't let us say