Second Cut

After one week drunk, air in my lungs, And I threw it away, I threw her away like news of yesterday, after one week drunk. Now I'm trying to get up, but the second cut was deeper than ever. I put my life in the hands of love, in the hands of the other. Torn to threads, trying to get up, try to peace me together. Chorused, beat, sunk, talking to much trying to shut up. She threw it away, she threw me away like news of yesterday. I'm chorused, defeated, junk Now I'm trying to get up, but the second cut was deeper than ever. I put my life in the hands of love, in the hands of the other. Torn to threads, trying to get up, try to peace me together. Throw, throw, throw me away. Throw, throw, throw me away... No, no, no. Don't, don't throw me away Now I'm trying to get up, but the second cut was deeper than ever. I put my life in the hands of love, in the hands of the other. Torn to threads, trying to get up, try to peace me together. In the hands of the other, ooh yeah the hands of the other, In the hands of the other.