The ones who are breaking up our home
They tell me unkind things you've said
They tell me of someone they've seen,
With you somewhere in town.
With teardrops in our eyes,
To broken hearts that lies destroyed,
hands that just throw stones,
eyes that search for something wrong,
we're welcome to our home.
They tell me unkind things you've said,
They tell me of someone they've seen,
With you somewhere in town.
With teardrops in our eyes,
To broken hearts and lives destroyed,