Broken Hands

When the light that shines turns bloody red It'll distort halos in my head I hate my hate Oh When the ones you love turn leave and go It'll distort all the things you know I hate my hate Oh Stay with me, you'll understand I can't hold you, 'cause I've got broken hands When your bestest friends are only blokes That shows you all the bad things you don't know I hate my hate Oh Stay with me, I think you'll understand I can't hold you 'cause I've got broken hands Stay with me and you'll understand Look at these fingers I can't hold you with Broken hands I've got broken hands I've got broken hands I've got broken hands I've got broken hands