Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Woodcut, artist - Jenny Owen Youngs. Date of issue: 09.04.2007
Song language: English
Woodcut |
| I’ve still got three fingers left on this hand |
| take off your belt and I’ll do what I can for you |
| you sure look like you could be some kind of fun |
| maybe it’s true you’re more gifted than most |
| you’ll still be remembered by the notch in my bedpost |
| laughed in your wake |
| at the break of the day that comes after |
| there’s no one above me to stain my fierce hands |
| no, you don’t love me, don’t you say that you do |
| cause you can’t |
| be my pleasure to sit here |
| and talk with you all day |
| but there’s no part of me that’s not wasting away |
| as we speak of these dreams, |
| promise might be but never are |
| oh, change is beyond me |
| I’m helpless to start |
| don’t try to touch me |
| I’ll just rip apart |
| all the people and things |
| i wish that I knew how to care for |
| there’s no one above me to stain my fierce hands |
| no, you don’t love me, don’t you say that you do |
| you — you can’t. |
| there’s no one above me to stain my fierce hands |
| no, you don’t love me, don’t you say that you do |
| cause you can’t. |