when the diamonds in your smile fall out
when the laughter in this house runs away
and the men come to take away the TV
and you find yourself changing the locks

And the light in my face
can´t just be for me
like the gun in your hand
just can´t be for me

when the sticks and stones start to hurt
and we're talking just to dig up dirt
with our minds running out in the street
when we're stuck here to the house like concrete

And the light in my face
can´t just be for me
like the gun in your hand
just can´t be for me

just can´t be for me
just can´t be for me
just can´t be for me
just can´t be for me