Cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong

How far I would follow to see where you've gone
Not danger from behind a fence, but the cold, quiet threat
Of hulking menace

Or shouts from the ride that leave you with less of your breath
And transform their own deaths into song

The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong

No stranger to care's worst neglect
But the depth of your debt - to pleasure's regrets
How could they all know the moments that break us in sweat
Transform life's small breadth into song

The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong
Cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong

Not danger from behind a fence, but the cold, quiet, threat of hulking menace
Or shouts from the ride that leave you with less of your breath and transform their own deaths into song
The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong

The cuts on your cheek say you've been somewhere wrong