Silence and rage, the scars of a daughter,
He gave me the knife, I held it in deep water.

Then together we make the perfect question, and there's never enough to go around,
It's a cup with a hole, and the love pours on the ground.

Wheel, wheel, wheel,
Wheel of the broken voice.

Talking to you, and hearing another,
Past covers truth, and watches it smother.

Together we make the perfect question, and there's never enough to go around,
It's a cup with a hole, and the love pours on the ground.

Wheel, wheel, wheel,
Wheel of the broken voice.

Together we make the perfect question, and there's never enough to go around,
It's a cup with a hole, and the love pours on the ground.

Wheel, wheel, wheel,
Wheel of the broken voice.