Primitive Etchings Songtext
von The Dogs

Stranger rhymed with danger
Knowing nothing would change her
I chose to let her be
Just a stranger to me

Didn′t see her in years
Then out of nowhere
I wake up to find
Her body next to mine

The thin scars on her arms
Shows me how she's been
The most primitive of etchings
In an algebra of skin

If all her prayers are heard
The past will fade away
But it is not for heaven
But for destruction that she prays


So, what are you, little princess?
Monster, victim or witness?
Will I ever know
What made you lose hope

Your body′s broke, you can't mend it
Your life's over, and you can′t end it
Being two
Won′t rescue you

The thin scars on her arms
Shows me how she's been
The most primitive of etchings
In an algebra of skin

If all her prayers are heard
The past will fade away
But it is not for heaven
But for destruction that she prays

And she prays
And she prays