You are a garden, and I am a house fire You are the rainfall, and I am a puddle You are the snowfall, and I am the avalanche that buries all your friends You are the static on the radio, the exhale of my lungs The broken window in the church, the carpet keeping me from slipping You're an angel in my eyes an orange lens to look at life A black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart You're a reminder of why I'm, supposed to not trust any person (Help me find a way out) With a background in rebellion, and a birdsong sung so seldom (I don't have a key back in) You're an angel in my eyes, an orange lens to look at life (You could make me feel much better) A black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart (I don't have to stand this weather)