Well I've got five minutes to kill
So I smoke my last one
I whisper: Why is the train always leaving in the morn? Why?
The determined cut
It cuts the deepest
It cuts the deepest
It cuts the divine
Is cuts deep, oh oh
It cut you
It cut you
How is it that we go our seperate ways?
Only to end up in the same place
In the same place
The determined cut
It cuts the deepest
It cuts deep, oh oh oh
It cut you
It cut you, yeah yeah
The fate, the fated
Is it lazy or the choice I lay down?
No, I don't know if this is all in my mind
All I know is, this is all I think about
The determined cut
The determined cut, yeah
The determined cut, yeah
Is all I think about
Is all I think about
Is all I think about
