If my heart fell into your arms,
would you hold on tightly or
would you let it hit the ground?

As these tides swell, borne from horizons,
they cast a speechless glimmer
upon these lips that make no sound.

For all the shots every day
and every time I look away,
to bleed the past against the grain where
bitter endings hap' to stain,
we burn our hours chasing shadows on paths that
cross and turn to dust.

When all the numbers fall away,
divide by zero and the world stops turning.

If your glance fell into the dawn,
describe it to me slowly;
let our hearts never touch the ground.

You can't save me; I can only save myself.
All the right words don't mean a thing right now.