You're porcelain promises wear with age.
It's getting hard to breathe when you hold my head under.
The stage is set for a tragedy.
My eyes are closed...I won't stand...
I won't stand in the way my eyes are closed...
My eyes are closed.
The cold steel feels good in my back...
Broken hearts, broken promises. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/a/a_long_winter/the_boy_from_judecca.html ]
