All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
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 okay 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
Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
Then I’ll be listening not for long
Everyday I pray for the sadness
Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness
Words I write, 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
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 okay with faking this
I’ll fake everything just to slip your kiss
Words I write, cheap and trite
But they’re drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by numbers that
Remind of the ones before
Words I write, cheap and trite
But they’re drawn on the back of your door
(Lips are cold)
Surrounded by numbers that
Remind of the ones before
(Truth is told)