歌词
I don't want to feel helpless;
Casting shadows from the glow of my eyes.
I hope the mirror can shed a little light.
I need a measure of meaning
To weave the lace of your heart —
You've been living a lie, right from the start.
I want to scratch at the surface;
Want to live with a purpose.
I don't know that I've ever felt so clever.
If you take my hand,
You could fall into the deep end.
Take my grace and pride
Watch 'em burn until the fire dies.
I don't want to feel lonesome;
Nor dependent on the bite of your buzz.
I lost my focus the moment you were more-than just a blur in my mind.
But I won't — won't live in your pocket,
Nor a lock-box under your bed.
Lord, I thought I would never love again.
I want to scratch at the surface;
Want to live with a purpose.
I don't know that I've ever felt so clever.
Although, I want to know — was it worth it to
Kill a garden, in perfect bloom?
I'm holding the vine that you set fire to.
If you take my hand,
You could fall into the deep end.
Take my grace and pride
Watch 'em burn until the fire dies.
As I watch the sea pull away from me,
So you are, my love — as the stars are fixed above.
Our hope: glass, in a kaleidoscope;
To dust all that I had set in stone.
Take my hand,
And you'll fall into the deep end.
Take my grace and pride
Let 'em burn until the fire dies.