| I crept inside your head
|
| but I can’t pretend I know a single thing
|
| about what you’ve been feeling
|
| A heavy burden to withhold, take my word a tortured soul’s not a secret worth
|
| keeping
|
| The sum of all fears closing in over these last few years
|
| It pulls you under, so much deeper than I can venture
|
| The past you knew overcome with black and blue
|
| Become the light, see me through
|
| So I’m writing songs, staying strong
|
| Call me back it’s been so long
|
| Like a falling tide I recede to the void and belong
|
| Until the better half of my indifference proves me wrong
|
| Scars heal in time but I’m bleeding inside If I’m honest you haven’t left me
|
| very hopeful but I hope you’re wrong
|
| And I promise agony won’t be the only voice I carry on
|
| So I’m writing songs, staying strong
|
| Call me back it’s been so long
|
| Life just like you always said:
|
| «If it can it will go wrong»
|
| Writing songs, staying strong, off the ropes I’m already gone
|
| Always falling could you call me back it’s been so long |