| Waking up is harder than it seems
|
| Wandering through these empty rooms
|
| Of dusty books and quiet dreams
|
| Pictures on the mantle speak your name
|
| Softly like forgotten tunes, just outside the sound of pain
|
| Work me like a pair of thieves
|
| With tumbled locks and broken codes
|
| You cannot take that from me
|
| My small reprieves, your heart of gold
|
| Work me like a battlefield
|
| Locked inside a holy war
|
| Your love and my due diligence
|
| The only thing worth fighting for
|
| Change will come to those who have no fear
|
| I’m not her, you never were the kind of gal to overthink
|
| What I said was never what I meant
|
| Now you see my world in flames
|
| My shadow songs, my deep regret
|
| Work me like a pair of thieves
|
| With tumbled locks and broken codes
|
| You cannot take that from me
|
| My small reprieves, your heart of gold
|
| Work me like a battlefield
|
| Locked inside a holy war
|
| Your love and my due diligence
|
| The only thing worth fighting for
|
| Fighting for
|
| The only thing worth fighting for
|
| The only thing worth fighting for |