Текст песни
I cut the hand that fed my pride
The fingers still remember how to lie
Now the sleeve swings empty in 4/4 time
Like a ghost keeps trying to hold the line
Amputation jazz, slow bleed in blue
Every missing piece knows exactly what to do
Tap the phantom rhythm, let the silence cut through
Darling, we’re just learning how to play without you
I severed all the strings that tied my name
The sound still echoes, but it’s never quite the same
A clean sharp line where feeling used to flame
Now I swing the nothing and call it my refrain
Amputation jazz, slow bleed in blue
Every missing piece knows exactly what to do
Tap the phantom rhythm, let the silence cut through
Darling, we’re just learning how to play without you
Amputation jazz, slow bleed in blue
Every missing piece knows exactly what to do
Tap the phantom rhythm, let the silence cut through
Darling, we’re just learning how to play without you
