All my hopes and all my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
Mean more to you than they do to me
Through the sky and into your eyes (And I see everything)
Sew the lips right into your smile (Falling in between)
I'm okay with faking this
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss
If I'm a writer and I'm a poet (If I'm a writer and I'm a poet)
I might love you but never show it
(I might love you but never show it)
You should forget me,
This is a long tour (You should forget me, this is a long tour)
And I'll be back but not in time for...
(And I'll be back, but not in time for...)
Forgive me
If all we speak is rational thought
(Every day I pray for the sadness.
Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness)
And I'll be listening but not for long
(Every day I pray for the sadness.
Eyes are black, my throat full of sickness)
Words I write, cheap and trite
But they're drawn on the back of your door (Lips are cold)
Surrounded by numbers that
Remind of the ones before (Truth is told)
All my hopes and all of my dreams
Everything falling in between
Seems to me that the memories
Mean more to you than they do to me
Through the sky and into your eyes (And I see everything)
Sew the lips right into your smile (Falling in between)
I'm ok with faking this
I'll fake everything just to slip your kiss
Words I write, cheap and trite
But they're drawn on the back of your door
Surrounded by numbers that
Remind of the ones before
Words I write, cheap and trite
But they're drawn on the back of your door (Lips are cold)
Surrounded by numbers that
Remind of the ones before (Truth is told)