Emilyn Brodsky - What's Left lyrics

This song will stop at the end of The end of the end of the start of The last true beat of your heart We are what's left of what's right Stuck in the valves of the heart And cut in the lines of the brain Drawn on the pores of the skin You've got no right to complain Do you have anyone to blame? We are what's left of what's right And i stomp my feet And i look at the creases in their faces And i cry because it leaves a hole that nothing replaces And there always will be more to say We are what's left of what's right This song begins at the end of The end of the start of The first real beat of your heart