Every time I see you cry
It feels like I'm watching something die
A little piece of the tangled chord that binds us
Fraying, stretching, loosening up
What if every tear is tearing us apart
Fluid on the brain, teardrops on the heart
There used to be a time when you had some for me
You'd be there in a second to ask about my day
But now when I ask you how you are
You just evade the question and turn away
You seem so stubborn being sullen
Keeping schtum about all the things you're mulling
So I'm not overreacting when I say there will be no encore
Our eyes are firmly rooted on the exit door
And I feel that we're on our starting blocks waiting for the gun
Playing chicken, not wanting to be the first one to run
Out in to freedom, into the blinding light
That always follows the grim spectre of giving up the fight
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