There's more to this than waiting. Lined for you I'm searching for understanding. In this world, outside that heartache. . Your heart is your fortress.
What do you want? Where do you find it?. You can call it what you will. The sound of heartbreak from a jail cell. Finding work in bar all nights. Jukebox letters and numbers.
The waves came down but the world never wanted. Hearts press on anyway and until. Where there's smoke there's fire, faith has charm. But faith can destroy.