(no subject)
I'm so sick of mourning this desire
It's raining all the time and I'm freezing without fire
And every house I build ends up underneath the ground
My mansion is a graveyard and your ghost is all around
Someday your denial will be an instinct and a threat
And the arms' length invitation is the best that you will get
I know love is not a promise, though we say it every day
Love has never been a promise, but we swear it anyway
I'll keep digging down and under till the chimney smoke can breathe
And I'll wonder why the love I want might not be meant for me
I know that all the while you'll be asking questions too
And I hope your heart's still warm when answers come to you.
It's raining all the time and I'm freezing without fire
And every house I build ends up underneath the ground
My mansion is a graveyard and your ghost is all around
Someday your denial will be an instinct and a threat
And the arms' length invitation is the best that you will get
I know love is not a promise, though we say it every day
Love has never been a promise, but we swear it anyway
I'll keep digging down and under till the chimney smoke can breathe
And I'll wonder why the love I want might not be meant for me
I know that all the while you'll be asking questions too
And I hope your heart's still warm when answers come to you.