If my heart fell into your arms, would you hold on 
tightly or would you let it hit the ground? As these 
tides swell, borne from horizons, they cast a speechless 
glimmer upon these lips that make no sound. For all the 
shots every day and every time I look away, to bleed the 
past against the grain where bitter endings hap' to 
stain, we burn our hours chasing shadows on paths that 
cross and turn to dust. When all the numbers fall away, 
divide by zero and the world stops turning. If your 
glance fell into the dawn, describe it to me slowly; let 
our hearts never touch the ground. You can't save me; I 
can only save myself. All the right words don't mean a 
thing right now.