who was hurt most

I'm letting go to see if you'll hold on to me
I'm in doubt of what is thought and what is real
In our room, between the shapes I thought I knew
A guillotine, a pillow with feathers like snow

I've come to a listening post beyond your lines
I'm all ears to gather clues and look for signs
But I can't hear the song you sing while you try to soothe
Why are you whispering while the bombs are falling?

Go easy on me, I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me, oh, I can't help what I'm doing

Hello again, I buried you, where have you been?
My renegade, you came back from the labyrinth
Unlike me, you've looked for things that could be found
And the thread that guides through black times

Go easy on me, I can't help what I'm doing
Go easy on me, oh, I can't help what I'm doing

When thoughts had outnumbered spoken words
In the early hours we failed to establish
Who was hurt most

Renegade by Kings of Convenience