And I wrote it on my hand
that I would always stay true to myself
and I prayed the darkest days
would never come back again
our living room’s a forest fire
our balcony is full of flowers

And you heard it all before
and I promised this time will get better
but I always let you down
never seem to find the right pattern
our roof is built with candy cotton
our bed is a wide oceans bottom

Come and take me down
down where I belong
I can not stand the sound
of my own heart

And all this time
spent on unnecessities
love is not enough
to save the ones with higher needs
our walls are empty sheets of paper
our garden is our dying saviour

Come and take me down
down where I belong
I can not stand the sound
of my own heart