17 Hours

Hands on her shoulders

Hair down her back

Lying to her lover at home

Making no money

Far away

Seventeen hours of flight

And words hurt when you wait too long

Words hurt when she's in your arms

But in my anger

I'm on fire

And in his arms she was

In his arms she was

And keep me open

On the table

I am broken

I'm broke in his arms like her

And I am honest

Like my mother

You left me naked

I burn in his arms like her

Where he sleeps or where she fell

Where he sleeps or where she fell

Where he sleeps or where she fell

Where he sleeps or where she fell