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And if you see me losing ground
Don’t be afraid to lie
I know the pain inside my heart can’t break the fear inside of yours
And if you see me losing faith
In what it means to die
Don’t let me leave before I know what lies behind the stained glass doors

Save sorrow for the souls in doubt
Bleed every care out

Chorus:
Will you carry me down the aisle that final day
With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight
When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray
Let the rain fall down and wash away

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Emotive unstable
You're like an unwinding cable car
Listening for voices but it’s the choices
That make us who we are
Go your own way
Even seasons have change
Just burn those new leaves over
So self absorbed you've seem to ignore
The prayers that have already come about
This is the correlation
Of salvation and love
Don't drop your arms
I'll guard your heart
With quiet words I'll lead you in
Backing away from the problem of pain
You never had a home
You've been misguided
Your hiding in shadows
For s

"I'm here for you" she said
And we can stay for a while
My boyfriend's gone
We can just pretend
Lips that need no introduction
Now who's the greater sin
Your drab eyes seem to invite
Where do we begin?
Was this over before
before it ever began?
Your kiss, your calls, your crutch
Like the devil's got your hands
This was over before
before it ever began
Your lips, your lies, your lust
Like the devil's in your hands
Everyone in this town
is seeing somebody else
Everyone's tired of someone
Our eyes wander for h

I had the strangest dream, you were lost at sea
I found you drowning on the ocean floor
I woke from my deep sleep, to end the misery
And found you lying outside of my door
I tried to wake you up, to shake you up but found out you were dead
Like a lead in the wind, you left me standing alone to face the demons in my head
We're making fiction of our lives
Burning pages as we write
We read the lies between the lines
These dead letters won't survive
A dusty record spins, an old song plays again
The needle dragg

You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point
While you were busy building knowledge I was already right
I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all
Even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
Chant your anthems to the deaf
And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
Or we can take our voices with our hands
Make like knives and make demands

We'll take our voices - with our hands
We'll make like knives - we'll make demands

I'm burning bridges for the last ti