Hope is the match, is the flame that lights your wick.
It burns you down, tragic bound to your dynamite stick.
It blows a hole, breaks the stone of your foundation.
There's a highway now, in and out of your one time mountain.
So should I sink with this ship that tried to cross your ocean.
The captain I miss, I'm sailing your lips.
How I wish they would open.
Every word I've said has been like bread rested on your tongue and tasted.
Rip my words apart with your teeth, only swallow what you think you need.
There is no chorus in our song.
We've been writing the verse as we just move along.
We've got nothing to come back to.
I play the chords and your words are the lyrics.
Over and over, we go delirious.
We've got nothing to come back to.
We've got nothing, nothing to come back to.
I spent so long watching you bloom before you withered.
I ran to get water for you, but you fell to winter.
Thought you were strong, thought you'd hold on, but your roots had hardened.
Found out I was wrong, that you belonged in someone else's garden.
You are my only reason to write.
Ten thousand words on a blank page, but a full head at night.
There is no chorus in our song.
We've been writing the verse as we just move along.
We've got nothing to come back to.
I play the chords and your words are the lyrics.
Over and over, we go delirious.
We've got nothing to come back to.