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Just above my head, I can hear your heart beating |
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But I would not stand to let you in |
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So I forgot what you long for |
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And now what your terror is |
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And stand side by side |
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In the end we'll decide |
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When the pictures too scared for the work or |
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Well it's for the walls we could never break down |
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Well this place is left empty |
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There's too many places |
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For the ones who can't hang around |
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Yeah your hum hem home |
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Or hum home hem |
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Is there something that seeps slowly from your skin? |
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Or oh does it drip drolly from your sense of |
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What's a sin? I know that it's never been easy |
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But so many things, oh they've just never been |
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Oh, no no no. |
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But it's true your heart, it was always a pure one |
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You can feel it in each second guess |
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But the things you prescribed for your self-preservation |
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Were mildly destructive at best, we were patient |
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And wondered sometimes, "where you headed?" |
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But oh no, no we never knew |
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Despite all the things that you dreaded |
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To find something fresh, something real, something true. |
