Tearing Apart
I know it's all a game
I know they're all insane
I know it's all in vain
I know that I'm to blame
This tearing apart
Tearing apart...
I think we all should die
I think we're dead inside
I know the purest rain
Won't wash the bloody stain
I know it waits to strike
This sickness from inside
Will tear us apart
You're still in my heart
Tearing apart
Tearing apart
O you hold the rain
Far far away
Wild swans skim across a lake
Then soar in a white arc
Above my head I wake
Tearing apart
You're still in my heart
Tearing apart
Tearing apart
O you hold the rain
Writer/s: Siouxsie and the Banshees
