Stones
that were never thrown
piled against the wall
making funny shapes
to this secret room
I can invite my friends
talk about the past
ignore the bending floor

In this late hour
I’m spilling all my guts
talking to a face
I only know by night
but nothing really helps
a truce is out of sight
I get on with my life

And oh I’m not going to carry the cross
’cause oh you are the one that is lost

Words
easier to write
rather than to face
afraid of what might
your own personal wall
something that might break
if you let it out
you could become awake

My blood
pumping still inside
eventhough you stabbed
every little part
shaken from inside
somethings do still hurt
somethings do still burn

And oh I’m not going to carry the cross
’cause oh you are the one that is lost

Ropes
inside your wardrobe
hanging there to give
you a helping hand
many years ago
I thought that I could make
a difference to the shades
bless with other paint

One
part of you still hangs
in that very tree
something that got lost
I could never give
you could always take
now I’m finally free
now I’m finally free