These words They wash over me I peer from underneath A thousand dreams A voice that follows free Of all the things I deemed were down to punish me I lay broken on the ground These are the things they say These are the things they say These are the things they say Please don't make a sound Just broken here Here on the ground If the world would turn Just turn away Don't start though These are the things they say This flood has taken things This god has grown tired Tired of loving me This voice This voice just leavе it be Of all the things I deemed wеre sure to bury me Lay here underground These are the things they say These are the things they say These are the things they say Please don't make a sound Just broken here Here on the ground If the world would turn Just turn away Don't start though These are the things they say