The cut is so real   The cut well it kills me every hour   Oh boy can't you feel?   It's been raining flowers til you drew blood      Can you feel it    Something was killed between us   Where did all the feelings go?      Can you feel it    Something was killed between us   Where did all the feelings go?      And so I wept, bereft   And playing the piano   As skies swept you away from me...      And so I wept, bereft   And playing the piano   As skies swept you away from me...      Copyright 2009 Beau Phillips