There's a knife inside of every word|and a scar for every time we've hurt|and a hurt is going through|that's shaped the same as you||They say time will heal our deepest cuts|still we're waking with our eyes wide shut|but your reflection would still flash behind my eyes||When will we learn?|When will we learn?|Oh will we learn at all?||We're a bruised and broken masterpiece|and a word has carved our every crease|could the healing sentence lie|on the same page as I?||So throw your weapons down, disarm your tongue|let us face each other, one on one|for our thesaurus still contains us after all||When will we learn?|When will we learn?|Oh will we learn at all?