Paroles de 17 hours

Hands on her shoulders, hair down her back
Lying to her lover at home
Making no money
Far away
17 hours of flight

And words hurt when you wait to long
Words hurt when she's in your arms

But in my anger
I'm a fire
And in his arms she was

In his arms she was
And keep me open
On the table
I am broken
I'm broken
In his arms like her
And i am honest
Like my mother
You left me naked i burnt
In his arms like her

Where he sleeps and where she fell (x4)