Music by Ingo Mohr and Oliver Ding and words © 04/09/1999 by Oliver Ding
Put down these sunglasses,
Break them where you once showed up.
Maybe it does help, but I don’t believe.
Pick up the shards I found.
Carve your name into my arm.
Maybe it does help, but I don’t believe.
Set fire to the television.
These dead eyes are everywhere.
Maybe it does help, but I don’t believe.
Just know that it hurts. At least it lets me know.
It lets me know that I can feel, that I can feel…
Just know that it hurts. At least it lets me know.
It lets me know that I can feel, that I can feel…