Saudade

It’s the love that makes you
It’s the hate that breaks you
I’m a broken man
I got blood on my hands

It’s the fear that grips you
It’s the knowing that twists you
I’m a broken man
I got blood on my hands

All I have is a lovely voice
Too uncertain to make a choice
Lines (?) of regret lines (?) of joy
Lines (?) of memory when I was a boy

It’s the atoms that made you
It’s the beauty that hunts you
I’m a broken man
I got bleach on my hands

It’s the crying the screaming
It’s the death of the meaning
I’m a broken man
I got bleach on my hands

All I have is a lovely voice
Too uncertain to make a choice
Lines (?) of regret lines (?) of joy
Lines (?) of memory when I was a boy

Oh it’s my mother my father
It’s the kindness the laughter
I’m a broken man
I got nothing in my hands

It’s the wanting the missing
It’s the place that I’ve leaved in
I’m a broken man
I’ve got (?) to my hands

All I have is a lovely voice
Too uncertain to make a choice
Lines (?) of regret lines (?) of joy
Lines (?) of memory when I was a boy