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 eyesAnd 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 kissIf 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 forIf all we speak is rational thought
Everyday I pray for the sadness
(My)
Eyes are black, my throat full of sicknessAnd I'll be listening, but not for long
Everyday I pray for the sadness
(My)
Eyes are black, my throat full of sicknessThe 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 beforeAll 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 eyesAnd 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 kissThe 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 beforeThe 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 beforeMy lips are cold
The truth is told