She gives her body freely cause she can’t give herself completely
There are wounds in the way
She cannot bear to be naked to the world so instead she just fakes it with a man
There are wounds in the way
If they would have treated a little girl and a little boy when basically still just a baby
With some respect and human dignity
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many failed relationships
We might even had a ghost of a chance of just loving each other – body, mind, and soul
He gives his money freely cause he can’t give himself completely
There are wounds in the way
He cannot bear to be honest with himself; so what the hell, he’ll lie to a woman
There are wounds in the way
If they would have treated a little boy and a little girl when basically still just a baby
With some respect and human dignity
Maybe there wouldn’t be so many failed relationships
We might even had a ghost of a chance of just loving each other – body, mind, and soul
As time pa**es by they begin to multiply
There are wounds in the way
Adding up secretly like the rings of an old oak tree
There are wounds in the way
Some old and some new, all stifling, debilitating and cruel
There are wounds in the way
And some are pa**ed down from elder to youth – they don’t even belong to you
There are wounds in the way
As time pa**es through, they begin to accrue a strange sort of value
Some that you think are worth holding onto
Cause you don’t want to change who you are – no you don’t
He loves her strong and true, but when he gets angry it gets misconstrued into violence
There are wounds…
And she loves him equally
But when she feels misunderstood instead of sharing openly and honestly
She is wounded
There are wounds in the way (Repeat)