White Whisper

Regret, a murder scene
jumped from the hundred story
now that you can see right
tell me is this what you had in mind?
sweet, sweet vapor
a permanent disaster
wet below the eyes, obsessed with the secrets that you hide

wish i could save your skin
i would keep it safe
from you, who has learned to hate
something inside yourself
you keep it under lock and key, all boarded up
then act like you need no one
let's make this cycle end, you are my best friend
friends don't let friends lie to themselves

a pedal to the wind, and i'm a sack of flour
covering all your kitchen counters

a torrent of anger swept through the apartment
and like a cat my back arched up to the ceiling

i have friends in high plaaces, they all look the same
i mistake their faces and i forget their names

and in the ruins in the soil
limbs will convert to oil
and all the falling birds
will cry with broken wings

in the canyon cold and dark you will break my heart
and from above a lonesome lark will hum our souls to sleep

we've got these stories in our head
make-believe but we still try
to keep them at arms length
to keep the hope alive

but no matter how much i may hate you right now
your bones and my bones are still connected somehow
when you find yourself falling off the rocky ledge
i'll be waiting down below to soften your blow