If only I could cash cheques, in the names of romances spent,
I wouldn't have to choose head over heart.
Spending your nights with the spirits
and your mornings with the memories,
drowning sorrows that the bottle created.
When your words are water-tight like a ship that is sinking,
when you see faults so easily,
they pull at your sleeves with girps to overwhelming,
start again.

Stop building your towns upon burial grounds
Start again
How easy it is to not use this old tree,
to build a boat, but drift along,
wherever the tides and tempests want.

We could restore faith in humanity one door held open at a time,
with the complications and inspirations in the exchange of your smile.
the skyscraper skylines, spectres on the horizon,
they're reaching up to Heaven,
somebody tell them, they'll never find it.
The trouble my heart and my tongue have caused could raise the dead...

Stop building your towns upon burial grounds
Start again
How easy it is to not use this old tree
to build a boat, but drift along,
wherever the tides and tempests want.

New chapters begin but we don't read them,
the trouble my heart and my tongue have caused could raise the dead.
Because we've all got Heaven and Hell,
Heaven and Hell inside of them