March 22, 2014

i am the son and the heir of a shyness that is criminally vulgar


colour my life with the chaos of trouble


and I built this balustrade to keep you home, to keep you safe


i'm built to fly away, i never learned how to stay.


I'll begin not to love you, turn around, see me runnin'


I braved a hundred storms to leave you


we stay together out of fear of dying alone


all the white horses are still in bed


and the walls kept tumbling down in the city that we love


stick your heart inside of my chest, keep it warm here while we rest


I'll tell you one thing we ain't gonna change much, the sun still rises even with the pain