Timo Raisanen Second Cut
After one week drunk, air in my lungs
And I threw it away
I threw her away like news of yesterday
After one week drunk
Now I'm trying to get up
But the second cut was deeper than ever
I put my life in the hands of love, in the hands of the other
Torn to threads, trying to get up, try to peace me together
Chorused, beat, sunk, talking to much trying to shut up
She threw it away, she threw me away like news of yesterday
I'm chorused, defeated, junk
Now I'm trying to get up
But the second cut was deeper than ever
I put my life in the hands of love, in the hands of the other
Torn to threads, trying to get up, try to peace me together
Throw, throw, throw me away
Throw, throw, throw me away....
No, no, no. Don't, don't throw me away
Now I'm trying to get up
But the second cut was deeper than ever
I put my life in the hands of love, in the hands of the other
Torn to threads, trying to get up, try to peace me together
In the hands of the other, ooh yeah the hands of the other
In the hands of the other
