When I was a child, they'd
asked me where it hurt and
wipe the tears from my eyes
Short embraces gentle,
Forehead kisses making sure that I was all right
As i grew older
and the nights grew shorter
I no longer cared where it hurt
All I hear is
Whisky lullabies
Let you cradle me to sleep
And all I hear is
Whisky lullabies
Let you cradle me to sleep
Scars they heal in time
The raw wounds of my mind
They aren't as easily fixed
You can't mend what isn't broken
Kind words are rarely spoken
In time I will learn this
But I grow older and the nights grow shorter,
Drowning as I sink or swim
All I hear is
Whisky lullabies
Let you cradle me to sleep
And all I hear is
Whisky lullabies
Let you cradle me to sleep
Sticks and stones they break me
to the bone but words they cut
they will always hurt me
Please be my Saving Grace
Please be my Saving Grace
Please be my saving Grace
All I hear is
Whisky lullabies
Let you cradle me to sleep
And all I hear is
Whisky lullabies
Let you cradle me to sleep
Sticks and stones they break me
to the bone and words they cut
they will always hurt me
Sticks and stones they break me
to the bone and words they cut
they will always hurt me
