You were the waking of the storm
The air that autumn breathes
When winds hit hollow

You were the weakness in the stone
The end for fools like me
And the one’s that followed

When I didn’t want to feel
Half of anything
I’d close off from ones I loved
This habit had made
A ghost of everything

The wind hit hollow
In the four walls I built
No I wont wait for
The stars to swing in place
Or run away

It may not be true
But someday it will
I promise

One day becomes a week
When tomorrow’s in the books
But never is a lifetime

Run away from open arms
Well to them it’s how it looks
As they crept in from the side lines

When I didn’t want to feel
Half of anything
I’d close off from ones I loved
This habit had made
A ghost of everything

The wind hit hollow
In the four walls I built
No I wont wait for
The stars to swing in place
Or run away

It may not be true
But someday it will
I promise.