There’s no more I can say nor do –
I'm poured out on
hard stones for you.
Your eyes could start
a thousand fires:
Your voice sings in a
million choirs.
It’s hard to trust
when nothing’s true –
No use to care what
others do.
You made me think I’d
got it wrong;
You helped me dream
another song.
Now all that’s left is
throbbing pain
And skies that always spit cold rain.
Yet honour's in a
life alone -
No risks, no tears, no
love on loan.
