And I could paint you pictures all night long. And tell you tales how every song. Is to let you know that you're the reason why I'm home. . Or I could quote a page of poetry.
Hands down, I swear that I came so prepared. To be here by myself. And I'd be just fine but most of the all the time. You're with me on my mind. . It's why I stay so cold.
Can you breathe? Does it hurt?. What's it like when you can see it coming?. When it takes all that you got just to speak. . Can you hear every word as the morning comes.
Don't take another day away from me. 'Cause I don't got many as it stands. Here on the rooftop screaming like the world stopped. Another cigarette for both of us, hold my hand.
Today a daughter will hug her father and ask whens Jesus coming back. He wonders should he even bother with the words. Cause all he got her in the world was just a box filled with regret.
And I watched the Atlantic Ocean rise to meet New York. And everyone involved got way too scared. That life was way too short. And we all sang songs about things we'd take back.
And you put yourself onto the cross. And build your wounds to cover spite. So I can't be the man that martyrs you tonight. . 'Cause we're all paying heavy costs.
And as it gets dark in this house of hallways. And no corridor leads to the stairs. With still wet black paint on all the windows. We got no clocks 'cause time don't care here.
i heard you noticed every day. while i've been here beside myself. how your bedroom smells just like me. and that you've found somebody else. but there's a letter that i wrote you.
You don't have to be so scared and you don't have to go tonight. Cause we just need to hold on tight for one hell of a ride. Cause we lost it all just now to the nights that left you out.