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The walls are talking and the only person who can hear me is nearly gone.
I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words
That I can't say, for the fear that I might fall.
Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint,
Won't capture the beauty of you.
And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears,
As I sink beneath the weight of it all.
I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.
Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture,
You wouldn't sell to the lady next door.
You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price,
It's for the heart, I should give it away,
Use it for the freedom of us all.
I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.
- Album:
- Justine (Single)
- By the Horns
- The Memory Machine
- Spotify Sessions
- Compilation
- By The Horns (Special Edition)
- Sampler, Volume 27
- EMI Sampler 2012
- Ministry of Sound Uncovered, Vol. 4
- By the Horns (Bonus Track Version)
- By the Horns (Bonus Version)
- By the Horns (Deluxe Edition)
- By the Horns (Canadian Version)
- Modern Songbirds
- Communion - New Faces
- The Waiting City (OST)
- The Memory Machine (Bonus Track Version)
- The Memory Machine (Bonus Version)
- Justine
- The Waiting City (Original Soundtrack)