Lie to me. Tell me every single thing that keeps us weak Could disappear within a week If I stop thinking and get some sleep. Sometimes it hurts too much to speak - but I'm fine. Seeing red Your words still whip around my head But they're no threat if I sit still and I play dead. They're a pendulum inches from my neck They may be gone but they'll be back in no time. In time, to crash right down on me. Each time, it all comes down on me. And yet, it stands I love you more than you could know. And yet, it stands I love you more than you could know.