Your heart is served cold,
Your sights are set in perfect stone,
And when you go you go alone,
And when you stand you're on your own,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home.
We're nothing like friends,
You have no time to lend,
And if you're guilt then I'm the shame,
And if I'm hurt then you're the blame,
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again,
You wash my trace from your skin and you leave again.
Random laid plans,
40 days of one night stands,
And when you go you go alone,
You walk the cross you made your own,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home,
I wash the streets from your skin when you come home.
