Christinha

There's a ghost you know who pulls at my strings

Moves my hands toward the sharper thing

Now I'm all cut up and caught up in some scene

I thought I'd folded all my outsides in

Keeping the corners from cutting your skin

But it weren't enough and not enough's nothing

I was led by all the things you'll pretend you never said

I took the blame upon myself

Somehow I blamed it on myself

Well, Christinha, what's the saddest thing?

Knowing you're out there playing our games with him

While I'm here, still tangled up in my old skin

But I keep the good times closer than the bad

Running you baths before American Dad

And them two words you love whispered in your ear

I was bad, I was all the things you would never wanna have

But let's get together in our minds

Ysbeidiau Heulog and Send In The Clowns

And there's something on your mind

So let's get together in our minds

'Cause I don't think I could've given any more

A sun just sank into some sea

No, I'm not sure she could've given any more

Our sun just sank into some sea

Ah, ah, ah

I don't think I could've given any more

Our sun just sank into some sea

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah

Ah, ah, ah, ah