If I go to the dark, You illuminate

all the shadows that aren't there

Running away is just a poor metaphor

because I'm never quite as far as I think



Danger, the way that she moves in your brain

without a face

Patient You wait, even though I was wrong

it's not the same



Looking weak never had more appeal

Bend the knee, stop this heart for a while

Counting on the grace You give



Just when I think that I'm alone I think about You more

And the words You said are always ringing in my ears