You've been lied to a million times before. I know that you tried to move on, be strong, hold on. Stealth in the distance like you're a thousand miles away.
A tide inside your heart. Keeps rising in the dark. Surrounds you like an ocean. And you can't keep from going under. . Somewhere in the deep. I find you half asleep.
Could this be the road. Is this everything that Ive been searching for. 'Cause every voice in my head keeps telling me. That I might be close. . Youre just a step away.
Can you. Tell me what you won't say. It's all I ask. Who knows. There's a chance I may be angry. But it won't last. Oh, turn around so I can see your eyes, won't you.
If I could write a book like Hemingway. Paint a masterpiece or two. Maybe if I could man a rocketship. And fly to the moon. . Chorus. If I could write the perfect symphony.
My skin doesn't fit, my world seems so hollow. I feel like a fraud that's a bitter pill to swallow. Sometimes it hits me right between the eyes. Everyone can see through my disguise.
Three days eight hours fourteen minutes gone. You bend, I'll break like in every song. Maybe I'm too scared to call. Maybe I'm too tough to fall. . Every thing you are.
If we don't talk. That's okay. Cause I hear everything. That you say. You got my heart to mend to you. A hole that hurts inside. It shows. And you can't hide.