When Anger Shows - Editors

It creeps all over you like a dull ache

Think of all the things your hands could make

It pulls you to the ground like soaking wet clothes

The change in your face when anger shows

In that moment you realise that

Something you thought would always be there

Will die like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I can’t make sense of

I need you to tell me it’s OK

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I can’t make sense of

I need you to tell me it’s OK

You are a sleeping lion in your bed, I will not wake you

You’re the moment love has passed, we all must learn to hate you

You’re a memory from before, please don’t let me forget you

You’re the wolves at my door

In that moment you realise that

Something you thought would always be there

Will die like everything else

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I can’t make sense of

I need you to tell me it’s OK

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I can’t make sense of

I need you to tell me it’s OK

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands won’t move to do a day’s work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands won’t move to do a day’s work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands won’t move to do a day’s work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands won’t move to do a day’s work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands won’t move to do a day’s work?

How can you know what things are worth

If your hands won’t move to do a day’s work?

How can you know?

How can you know?

How can you know?

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I can’t make sense of

I need you to tell me it’s OK

These thoughts I must not think of

Dreams I can’t make sense of

I just need you to tell me it’s OK