Therapist Lyrics by Real Clothes
You’re a therapist
But you only use your hands
They can’t cure knots that dot your fragile land
And the felt grain of hurt
That rests inside her breast
Brought tears to your eyes, your eyes
With the ache of every breath
Wrapped up in ashes
Your face as grey as morning dew
And it’s not me
It’s you
And the felt grain of hurt
That rests inside her breast
Brought tears to your eyes, your eyes
With the ache of every breath
It’s not over
It’s not over
It’s not over
We’re not over
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Real Clothes Lyrics – Therapist