it was too much in the house we lived in it was your man i had known that it was him he looked around at us his eyes were bound and cross his face dirty with rage trees all gone i walked home alone again the red and plush underneath your pillow the hill runs down to stay under the ground i ll crawl in there floating on sound you promised her you promised her she d laugh a little you promise her again i ll take it all back you promised her don t promise her things she ll never get no i promised her that i would hold her hand one arm two feet holding small like child if we could meet again just for a while in time we learn don t fake the sound of pain in the road don t cross without me you promised her you promised her she d laugh a little you promise her again i ll take it all back you promised her don t promise her things she ll never get no i promised her that i would hold her hand