Rush back to you
for a million years
I'd say I do
Smiling at your tears
A thousand times
I saw you longing
a thousand times
you must have hated it
And when you're waking up the dead
It's like a ghost that runs your head
And you just left without a trace
You know it's been there all the time
The urge to build then break it down
The need to share what you have found
Rush back to you
Linger on and on
I'd say it's true
You must have had some fun
And then again
I see you holler
And then again
I see you stumble
Cut it slowly
Want to tell me what it's like
Cut it deeper
Jest tell me if I'm right
You know I'm right
Well there's nothing brave about it
There's nothing sacred about it
There's nothing holy about it
There's nothing real about it
