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