[Instrumental]
Translation: Wonder, Stevie. Contusion.
Translation: Wonder, Stevie. Contusion ( Instrumental ).
Out here on the ledge, I'm not far away from stepping off I've finally picked out my cloud It's the one over there surrounded by all that air You reached
Coffee in the mornin' and wine in the evenin' And everything else is boring, boring You are a nothin' but all I can think of is you The sun could be shinin
I've got my things, I'm good to go You met me at the terminal Just one more plane ride and it's done We stood like statues at the gate Vacation's come
Contract killers cannot find me. I'm at home, when I'm with you, no matter where I am. Gimme my last rights, I'm converted. Forever yours, my holy lord
Two single hearts on fire Currently on the wire As inhibitions fade A focused moment made Bruises & bitemarks say Takes one to bring the pain Passion
Cry, come to me and cry I know, I know, I know it's not easy Your heart is aching But so is mine, so is mine How can I tell you why? For so long, so
Oh no, love just leaves you bruised If you want to know You find something to lose The world won't turn until something breaks Who will make the first
First Verse: I tried to do handstands for you I tried to do headstands for you Everytime I fell on you, yeah everytime I fell I tried to do handstands
Let's pretend we're in the movies and kiss me with the tongue And I'll become carcinogen and blacken up your lungs. Impatient amputees are longing for
It's a backwards attraction To your forward eyes But you're so far-sighted That you can't place trust In what or who you recognize We sped the Plymouth
Bruised, but I won't tell about that I can't escape the monotony of hate And forgivenesss can not become me You can not come back to me I won't sink to
Da na da na da na da na Da na da na da na na Da na da na da na da na Da na da na da na na Love's not how it used to be And the passion that made me strong
Think about the good things Think about the good things too Something happens in between Something like good feeling Somethings getting hot when you
Excuse me for living, I didn't mean to grab you hand But I'm far from forgiving, you're working on my last sane nerve My loss of mind Is not enough
Look out now, lumpy here With your military hands Whatever that they told you Oh no don't hold true Around these lands There's signals in the morning
