| Wait, turn around, don’t walk through that door
|
| There are verses left you don’t know
|
| Oh, my hands are painted red
|
| Wait, there’s a locket here, in my palm
|
| It is broken like the song
|
| I first sang the night you lied
|
| Stay the night and we’ll meet our ghosts
|
| They’ll be drifting up through the floor
|
| Stepping softly, around the bed
|
| Take my life, right here in the sheets
|
| The wall between you and me
|
| Will melt away, but will it go?
|
| Will it go?
|
| And your heart was held in your hips
|
| When you gave to him with your lips
|
| All the poems that we knew
|
| And I told you that I was whole
|
| But my heart turned off with your phone
|
| And no tears will save you, now
|
| Where are you, now?
|
| Where are you, now?
|
| Where are you, now? |