The time has come
To speak of many things
Of jacks and queens and kings

I bared my wrists and promised to begin
But you cut the blade straight in

Try hard my love
Do you hear the distant strings?
Please remember what this means

Did I come back for all of this?
It seems absurd somehow
With one well-placed flick of the wrist
You've really done it now
All of my blind ambition left me deaf with perfect vision

The time has come
For things to come undone
That we should not have began

At last I felt a numbness overcome
And now you turn and run

The time has come
To take me in your arms
And touch these fragile scars

You have the choice, now so decide
If you want in or out
There is too much left for us to try
You cant just give up now

The time has come
To speak of many things
Of jacks and queens and kings

It took that cut to bring me back to life
They're bleeding and they're frightened
Still I hold out both my hands
No one in the world will ever touch me there again