'New Times Roman'

New Times Roman
I have lonely hands
Plucked from my body.
And the words are gushing out my wrists.
Yes, I know there's no way back
'cause the flow ain't gonna slow down...

Down...
Down...

New Times Roman,
Cuts into the page.
I will myself to open,
Maybe it will come with age.
New Times Roman,
I let my will be broken.
And now there's nothing left to open...

Oh, tried tying my hands in prayer,
But they still don't work.
Guess the Lord could have a different path for me,
One that isn't so vain.
I've said it 'til my tongue's gone dry.
Why the pain, the strain?
What do I have to do?

New Times Roman,
I need to make something new.
I see you cut into the page,
And I will myself to open.
Maybe it'll come with age.
New Times Roman,
I let my will be broken,
And now there's nothing left to open.
There's nothing left to open...

Words have slain,
Words have swayed.
That's all said and done.
The only thing I'm afraid of is absence,
That there's nothing on the page...

New Times Roman,
I'm begging for something new.
Oh, you're cutting into the page,
But not into me...
Don't think it's gonna come with age,
Because I lost the key.
New Times Roman,
I let my will be broken,
Now there's nothing left to open.
Nothing left to open!
New Times Roman,
I let my will be broken,
Now there's nothing left to open...