Cinnamon

Stale sweat and cinnamon

I guess she is frightened most of all

Loves to fly but she's scared to fallShes got scars on the outside

Says they're the worst kind

And i don't ask

She turns the lights out and locks the doorIf this is fate, count me out

And never try

Please never try to hold her downBroken homes

Broken bones

She never told anyone but me

And everything seemed make believeWe both ran

You cant ever catch horizon

Guess that's why weve both been riding so long

She says she thinks of me as homeIf this is fate, count me out

And never try

Please never try to hold her downHands on hips and lips to lips

I don't know how much someone could take from herFourth of July

Watch the night sky

Im wondering why the truth ain't so easy this time