Cuts Too Deep - Hazel O'Connor, Cormac De Barra

Daylight, slowly creeping through the crack in the curtains

and it suddenly reminded me I didn’t sleep allnight.

It’s just the thought of you I’ll swear,

Lyin’in the fatal position,

How can I sleep?

How can I sleep when it cuts too deep?

It cuts too deep.

Take a handfull of magic,

Weigh it up on the scales

of the wrong place, the wrong time

Take one body of a memory

of a bright bright eyes

I can’t erase from my mind

Oh, take one girl who said yeah

I can handle it, in the voice of a child.

Does that child weep?

Does that weep,

No it cuts too deep,

It cuts too deep

Yeah well, I’ve cried in the morning

and I’ve cried at night,

I’ve stamped on the pain of too much longing

I’ve cried in the morning

and I’ve cried at night

now it’all done

now it’s all done.

All the dreams I’ve dreamed

I shall dream again eternally speaking

Just now the face of eternity

looks blank into the face of time

It’s just the thought of you

lying in that naked position

Oh, how could I speak?

How could I speak when it cuts too deep

It cuts too deep

Oh, it cuts too deep

It cuts too deep…