Synapse
I don't mind this, deaf again
Just a skinfull, what we choose to forget
Thinking you know, thinking you see all sides
Crossing a stone from your hand, yeah right
Hell is where the heart is, synapse again
There's nothing more I can do,
I haven't done again
I never wanted nothing wrong,
taking a cue from seven days
I'll bet you never listened,
burning holes in all your clothes
Razorblade suitcase,
all the tricks of the trade
Favourite ways you can lose,
favourite ways you can hate
Hell is where the heart is, synapse again
Nothing more I can do, I haven't done again,
I haven't done again
I never wanted nothing wrong,
taking a cue from better days.
I'll bet you never glistened,
burning holes in all your clothes.
Burning holes in all your clothes
Hell is where the heart is, synapse again
There's nothing more I can do,
I haven't done again
Hell is where the heart is,
where the heart is, where the heart is
