Esther Hamamelis - Brushwood

{Verse 1}
The wounds on your body that you call art
Only I know what they all mean
Your blue eyes that they call pretty
Only I know what they are hiding
Deep inside your cold bones
I just wonder why

{Chorus}
My brittle and dry limbs
They invade your beauty
Like weeds encroaching rose gardens
And you are choosing me

{ Verse 2}
The scars on the edges of your thighs
Only I know what they come from
Your blue eyes that they call pretty
Only I know what they really are
They all can put a hand on your skin
But only I can touch you
I just wonder why

{Chorus}
My barren and ugly limbs
They invade your beauty
Like weeds encroaching rose gardens
They creep inside your veins
And spread the poison in
Like deadly nightshade dissolving in guts
And you are still choosing me
You are choosing me
You are choosing me