Hit the ceiling without a sound...

Hold out your heart and on it let the sun shine down
Open your mind and through it let the wisdom pour
Give me your word and I will give you all my trust
Give me a sign and I will give you all my love
(hold out your heart)
All my love
There's dirt in my mouth from kissing who
I should not dare
There's mud coming out from every rip and every tear
This thing beneath my ribs will beat me to the ground
I've got to hold out my heart, on it let the sun
shine down (got to hold out my heart)
The sun shine down
My guilty skin like gasoline is burning out a hole in me
My guilty heart lies here in ruin, in ruin,
Nobody knows me, no one will ever see
The distance between what is and what will never be
A bird will break his wings
Like a heart will cut her strings
And there isn't anything to comfort me (hold out your heart)
My guilty skin like gasoline is burning out a hole in me
My guilty heart lies here in ruin, in ruin,
A bird will break his wings
Like a heart will cut her strings
And there isn't anything to comfort me (hold out your heart)
Gasoline
Gasoline--Jann Arden

I was listening to the acoustic version of this song my last shift in Italy. We were bombing Bosnia. Personal and professional connotations. I'm so sorry. But maybe, just maybe, I'm not sorry not at all. I wasn't given enough information to make up my own mind.