You’re falling into better hands
I recognise the faces, but the people aren’t the same
All the strangers saw them change
We feel bad about the money we’ve made
Cos it didn’t help like we thought that it would
And every time you leave, a little less is coming back
And you killed me again, we were hardly friends
We were getting drunk every night for about a month
But in the end, we’re not the same at all
Your broken English doesn’t stop me going through a list
Of things that nearly happened in
Places that you’ve never been but as long as you’re listening
I’ll keep paying, you’re getting thin
Oh God, I tried to defile my last remaining friend
I was told taking girls into churchyards was perfect
And if please don’t die is the most romantic you can be
Then I guess we’ll figure out how hated we’ll be
supported by 4 fans who also own “Falling Into Better Hands”
Well... Like some people here, I never really liked that song! However, this is *so* much better than the original, for all the reasons already listed by deluded_marxist! The depth of feelings here, especially from the vocals but also the slow music, really is on a whole other level! Thanks to Tara Tantrum for taking me here! Highly recommended!!! bmurator