Fink - The Determined Cut Тексты

Well I've got five minutes to kill
So I smoke my last one

I whisper: Why is the train always leaving in the morn? Why?

The determined cut
It cuts the deepest
It cuts the deepest
It cuts the divine
Is cuts deep, oh oh

It cut you
It cut you

How is it that we go our seperate ways?
Only to end up in the same place
In the same place

The determined cut
It cuts the deepest
It cuts deep, oh oh oh

It cut you
It cut you, yeah yeah

The fate, the fated
Is it lazy or the choice I lay down?

No, I don't know if this is all in my mind
All I know is, this is all I think about

The determined cut
The determined cut, yeah
The determined cut, yeah
Is all I think about
Is all I think about
Is all I think about