The Line That Ties Me

The walls are talking

And the only person who can hear me is nearly gone

I stand by your bedside on the edge of words

That I can't say for the fear that I might fall

Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint

Won't capture the beauty of you

And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears

As I sink beneath the weight of it all

I could call you my lover, call you a beast

Call you the island where faith doesn't reach

Call you a lion, call you a man

You're the line that ties me to things I don't understand

Your smile as it withers is as pretty as the picture

You wouldn't sell to the lady next door

You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price

It's for the heart, I should give it away

Use it for the freedom of us all

I could call you my lover, call you a beast

Call you the island where faith doesn't reach

Call you a lion, call you a man

You're the line that ties me to things I don't understand