I'll make myself scarce,
That does not mean that I'm scared.
Tomorrow's not assured,
I'm not even sure I'll be there.
Asked you the when and where
Wound up all alone, on the phone
I told my secrets to the air.
Now I'm back
Waiting for a better day
I need you to believe
I'll hold your head until your last breath
But I'm not one
Hollow how low, does it go
To be somebody's
Sad church story
I've forgotten faces
I've once known.
Left my courage by the road
Walked a hundred miles in the cold
Just to be here with you
I'd do it all again.
Knocked at your front door
With one thing in mind.
Now I'm back.
Waiting for a better day
I need you to believe
I'll hold your head until your last breath
But I'm not one
Hollow how low does it go
To be somebody's
Sad church story
I've forgotten faces
I've once known.
Waiting for a better day
I need you to believe
I'll hold your head until your last breathe
But I'm not one
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