for the last time...
It’s the last chance to feel again.
But you broke me,
now I can’t feel anything...
When I love you,
and so untrue...
I can’t even convince myself.
When I’m speaking
it’s the voice of someone else.
Oh, it tears me up...
I tried to hold but it hurts too much...
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough...
To make it all okay...
You can’t play on broken strings,
you can’t feel anything
that your heart don’t want to feel.
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real...
Oh, the truth hurts,
and lies worse...
How can I give anymore?
When I love you a little less than before...
Oh, what are we doing?
We are turning into dust.
Playing house in the ruins of us.
Running back through the fire
when there’s nothing left to save,
it’s like chasing the very last train
when it’s too late.
Too late...
Oh, it tears me up...
I tried to hold but it hurts too much...
I tried to forgive but it’s not enough...
To make it all okay...
You can’t play on broken strings,
you can’t feel anything
that your heart don’t want to feel.
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real...
Oh, the truth hurts,
and lies worse...
How can I give anymore?
When I love you a little less than before...
Oh, we’re running through the fire
when there’s nothing left to save.
It’s like chasing the very last train
when we both know it’s too late.
Too late...
You can’t play on broken strings,
you can’t feel anything
that your heart don’t want to feel.
I can’t tell you something that ain’t real...
Oh, the truth hurts,
and lies worse...
How can I give anymore?
When I love you a little less than before.
Oh, you know that I love you a little less than before!
Let me hold you for the last time...
It’s the last chance to feel again.
James Morrison & Nelly Furtado, Broken strings
