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There were so many things that i wanted to say |
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But i held my tongue to keep that smile on my face. |
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was it a heavy heart that made you fall from grace? |
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So lets look back you were just eighteen |
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with a face cut our of a movie screen |
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and it's been since then i know her heart is my home |
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and its the only place I'll stay |
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And then you walked in with a song from a pen |
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that sings of everything you say. |
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With a songs so sweet but the words so weak |
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Its just the devil's part you'll play. |
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How do you sleep? How do you breathe? |
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What did your eyes look like when i was falling apart? |
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How could I be? How could I see? |
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The way your heart stopped burning |
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when he wasn't exactly what you wanted me to be? |
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It was the best of times and years gone by |
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but with one breath an apology and his name on her lips. |
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Between the walls and the floor had kept him secret. |
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Now it's in every room in this house and I'm screaming |
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at the shadows until my lungs give out. |
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She's the only thing that i wanted to keep |
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cause its her voice still sing me to sleep. |
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How do you sleep? How do you breathe? |
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What did your eyes look like when i was falling apart? |
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How could I be? How could I see? |
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The way your heart stopped burning |
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when he wasn't exactly what you wanted me to be? |
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I wasn't too sure how to say in a song |
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how the tone of the moment was just so wrong. |
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Who needs the heartache anyway? |
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And every little line every stroke of the pen |
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reminds me of a time that was lost |
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when we didn't know the thoughts and whispers... |
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I will never be the same |
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How do you sleep? How do you breathe? |
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What did your eyes look like when i was falling apart? |
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How could I be? How could I see? |
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The way your heart stopped burning |
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when he wasn't exactly what you wanted me to be? |
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How do you sleep? How do you breathe? |
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What did your eyes look like when i was falling apart? |
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How could I be? How could I see? |
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The way your heart stopped burning |
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when he wasn't exactly what you wanted me to be? |
