Never mind the blood on your hands Never mind all the silent cries Never mind the Earth spinning round and round Never mind your lies and truth You cry is not what you call for You cry for what happened before You cry You cry Never mind the blood on your hands Never mind all the silent cries Although your hands are rather small You have all the sad endings Im spinning round and round and round again Im starting over and over and over and over again Im spinning round and round and round again Im starting over and over and over and over again You cry is not what you call for You cry for what happened before You cry You cry You cry again