When your soul is too tired, does it hurt to desire?
Are you innocent?
And you're blowing my mind with the hurt and the lies
I feel depleted
When the soles on your feet are too cracked and deceived
Pass the bottle on
I see hurt in your eyes, I was fooled, I'm disguised as the noble host
You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing
You sold my heart to liver and I don't care about you now
You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing
My heart is an open book to you
You're diseased, you're complete, won't you come take a seat
I feel whole again
To decide where lie when you hurt and you die
I feel cynical
Because I was a wash out, a crash cart
I hoped that I'd live again
But I'm blind to the eyes that have cried and have cried for discovery
You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing
You sold my heart to liver and I don't care about you now
You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing
My heart is an open book to you
Don't be afraid of the ghost in my heart
I'll regain all the rope on this life that we lead
To believe in a God who with hope and with love
Has betrayed what I had but forgave what I lost
You so elegantly have been deceiving
You so eloquently have done me wrong
I see hurt in your lies
I was fooled by your guise
I'd do it all for you if I tried
I'd do it all
I'd do it all
You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing
You sold my heart to liver and I don't care about you now
You sold me down the river and I don't care about a thing
My heart is an open book to you