Artista: Between The Trees
  Canción: Words

This night, this night’s just like the rest.
Thsese same thoughts just runnin’ through my head.
Singing reckless phrases with a different face.
They say, they say that I am worthless, but I’m not listening.
I swear, in the end.

Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same falsehoods built to be broke down. 
Around and around, I’m falling down, again.

Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
This feels the same. 
Complications and different situations. 
I am holding our love.
Is it worth it to die a little each day? All for unseen craze. 

Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.

I would say, where I’ve been to where I am,
It is worth it; it is grace.
When all else fails, you can see it, this place. 
So now…

Round, round they spin like a record now.
Same falsehoods built to be broke down. 
These thoughts were meant to be broke down. (x 12)

Sticks and stones may break my bones;
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words they surely kill, they surely kill.
Your words are breaking down now.

It’s all for her, again. Yeah.