I sit and wonder of your pose. What makes you so sure Our sins are not the start Of something holy; divine? I don't like the sound of this. No news is bad news. And all is quiet, And all your looks Give no betrayal to what you shield or hide. Wider walls have not protected, Anything or anyone, The way I will protect your burning heart. I know you're careful, 'Cause I've been burned before, And I know how it makes you careful. And I know your symptoms Are complicated from holding against the impulse. But if you're alone, Are you lonely? Well you just don't have to be lonely. Anymore. I don't like the looks of this. Without you There's no truth. But all my doubt and all my trust Is no betrayal to what I feel inside. Wider walls have not protected Anything or anyone, The way I will defend your beating heart. And I know your careful, Cause I've been burned before, And I know how that makes you careful. And I know yours symptoms. Are complicated from holding against the impulse. But if you're alone, Are you lonely? Well you just don't have to be lonely. Anymore. I sit and wonder of your pose. What makes you so sure Our sins are not the start Of something holy; divine? I don't like the sound of this. No news is bad news. I don't like the sound of this. No news is bad news. I don't like the sound of this. No news is bad news. I don't like the sound of this. No news is bad news.