paroles de chanson New Romantics - Hands Like Houses
A
hopeless
romantic,
self-medicated
on
reality
A
misunderstanding
is
all
that
anyone
can
see
in
me
Pulling
up
the
floor
to
go
deeper
down
Tearing
at
the
soil
to
find
the
ground
I'm
trying
to
find
myself
Coming
back
to
the
same
words
to
try
to
tell
a
different
story
I'm
farther
from
myself
Coming
back
to
the
same
words,
in
hope
they
come
alive
without
me
(Without
me!)
A
moment's
reflection
has
given
me
a
second
chance
to
heal
A
loss
of
connection
in
matching
up
my
words
to
how
I
feel
Pulling
up
the
floor
to
go
deeper
down
Tearing
at
the
soil
to
find
the
ground
I'm
trying
to
find
myself
Coming
back
to
the
same
words
to
try
to
tell
a
different
story
I'm
farther
from
myself
Coming
back
to
the
same
words,
in
hope
they
come
alive
without
me
I've
taken
on
too
much,
empty
pages
on
the
floor
Tearing
volumes
from
the
shelf
to
find
what
I've
been
looking
for
Then
it
hit
me
Well,
I
haven't
changed
I'm
still
the
same
man
I
was
before
Well,
I
haven't
changed,
I'm
still
the
same
man
I
was
Just
trying
to
find
myself
Coming
back
to
the
same
words
to
try
to
tell
a
different
story
I'm
farther
from
myself
Coming
back
to
the
same
words,
in
hope
they
come
alive
without
me
I'm
farther
from
myself,
coming
back
to
the
same
words
I'm
trying
to
find
myself,
coming
back
to
the
same
words
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