All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
(They) mean more to you
than they do to me.
Through the sky and into your eyes.
(And I see everything falling in between)
Sew the lips right into your
smile.
I'm OK with faking this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
(If I'm a writer, and I'm a poet, I might love
you,
But never show it
You should forget me, this is a long tour,
And I'll be back but, not in time for...)
(If all we speak
is rational thought)
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
(Then I'll be listening but
not for long)
Everyday I pray for the sadness.
(My) eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
(The words I write, are cheap and
trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before)
All my hopes and all
of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
(They) mean more to you than they do to me.
Through
the sky and into your eyes.
(And I see everything falling in between)
Sew the lips right into your smile.
I'm OK with faking
this,
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss.
(The words I write, are cheap and trite,
But they're drawn on the back of your
door
Surrounded by, numbers that,
Remind of the ones before)
My lips are cold.
The truth is told.