and all your laughs morph into sultry burns.
Helpless and scared, I want to hide
believing your madness died inside.
I try and try to runaway
but your love, your love, can't seem to fly away
from me.
From me.
From me.
From me to you was all I knew.
Lord, I prayed it wasn't true.
After years and years of all my wasted tears,
cascading into mountains of newborn fears.
Countless pleas I sent to you
are now splattered with ink, hued in blue.
From me to you...
Lord, I prayed it wasn't true.
Helpless and scarred, I want to hide
believing your madness died inside -
but your love, your love, can't seem to hide away
from me.
From me.
From me.
From me to you was all I knew.
Lord, I prayed that it wasn't true.
After years and years of my wasted tears,
cascading into mountains of newborn fears.
I love you.
I love the blue.
Your choice is made but is somewhat blurred
and all your laughs morph into sultry burns.
Helpless and scared, I want to hide
believing your madness died inside.
I try and try to runaway
but your love, your love, can't seem to fly away
from me - to you was all I knew.
Lord, I prayed it wasn't true.