Outside my head I take a rest While I wait for My thoughts to burn Lies made of sand In your hands Always seem fair But spill away How do I know When to go Where will I find end of this road Words that I throw To hit doors Stuck In my throat Like sharpest bones Hold that door Say that you want it Tell me I need it How do I find it Where do you keep it Say what you want Time is running out I am done trying To figure out What is wrong And which one is right How to fix things That are meant apart