Swans My Own Hands
It's not easy to get at your mind. You dig a hole in the bed and that's where you stay. I'm alone and I'm burning slowly. I don't regret a thing. I loved something once, but it turned into something I don't recognize. I loved something once, but it burned while I held it in my hand. No matter how hard I try, you'll pull me back down again. You'll betray me without any sense or shame. You'll betray me and I'll burn for your memory again. I'll burn for your memory; I'll burn for your shame; then I'll take myself in my own hands. Then I'll break myself down with my own hands. I don't regret a thing.
