Lyrics Armor - Girls - Line Gøttsche

Darling you
You should be the one
To hold my head up high
But your armor
Your leaden armor
Hangs so heavy on your shoulders
Sometimes you
Confuse me with a soldier
But I am your lover
I have told you
When I come near you
I do it to remove
The splinters from your wounded chest
You and me
Me and you
My hands are soaked in glue
But you have got scissor hands
Your heart is tied
With rubber bands