Broken glass on the hotel floor
Gotta face my past ′for I end up in your arms
In your armsI write my thoughts on an empty page
But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms
In your arms
Yeah, I've called, and you won′t pick up
So tell 'em that I'm gone
And I won′t wake up
I asked if you wanted love
I just wanted it to last
Now I′m sitting in a pile of my own glass
Emotions got me insane
Feels like I'm losing my mind
We hoped we′d work through the pain
But now we've run out of time
You keep trying to undo me
That won′t be my fate
What is life when the money and the fame gone?
Broken glass on the hotel floor
Gotta face my past 'for I end up in your arms
In your arms
I write my thoughts on an empty page
But no matter what I do, I still feel the same in your arms
In your arms
Ah, yeah but now I sit in a pile of glass
Reminiscing ′bout our past
And how I was happier then
'Cause now my thoughts they run away
And I need a safe place
That used to be inside your arms
And nowadays it feels like
You keep trying to run through me
That won't be my fate
What is life when the money and the fame gone?
Broken glass on the hotel floor
Gotta face my past ′for I end up in your arms
In your arms
I write my thoughts on an empty page
But no matter what I do I still feel the same in your arms
In your arms
