Words can't relate The shape we're in The lash of our tongues Hurts like sin And it'll be a while until The cards are laid again So I comb my hair, I wash my face I feel like I'm on to something You fill my heart you fill my plate And now I'm not scared of nothin' A love so fierce and vulnerable We're like wounded animals Call me a fool for things I sent And i'll turn my back in punishment But it's, it's too cold To coldly stand and un-relent So I comb my hair I wash my face I feel like I'm on to something You fill my heart you fill my plate And now I'm not scared of nothin' A love so fierce and vulnerable We're like wounded animals It's so sad and laughable We act like wounded animals