paroles de chanson Slow Dance - Live - Senses Fail

If you pull too hard
Then the string will break
If you leave it slack
Then the string won't hold

So how can we find ourselves trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within our broken hearts that are soaked with fear

Fill the glass to the brim
And it will spill out
Keep on sharpening the knife
And it will, it will be so dull

So how can we find ourselves trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within our broken hearts that are soaked with fear

So how can we find ourselves trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear

How can we find ourselves trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within our broken hearts that are soaked with fear

How can we find ourselves trapped in our own private hells
Where we just scream but no one can hear
'X' marks the spot where the dig begins
The treasure is found within our broken hearts that are soaked with fear