There was a better day, unlike today,
where the vision inside decided to stay.
Took the words that were true and the picture of you
to the room where they rotted away, and then I -
Headed back to find out how it all began.
Now I know this pen will never leave my hand
Won’t you sing me to sleep? I cannot stand the leak
from the faucet that runs dry; it drips like the tear from my eye
I kept the hope deep inside to keep you alive.
Though my arm hurts from writing, my heart’s paralyzed.
It continues to serve me although I’m not worthy,
I can’t help but feel intertwined - I found it.
Started with a feeling that is broken. (I'm broken down)
On the verge of running, now I’m leaving. (I’m leaving town)
I feel cheated, borderline defeated.
I feel empty, there’s nothing that can help me
Paint a picture of a certain kind of love and throw it all away.
Help me figure out what this is all about; we’re both in this to stay.
Run away. Get away. Start to say “I’m OK”
Distance has no meaning when the truth just goes on,
and on, and on, and on with you.
I’m singing songs of the broken heart’s delight,
a message sent to your stereo tonight.
It takes some time when you think that you have won
the journey back that you’ve only just begun. (X2)