You're my muse
I hold dearly...

I came running when the sun rang through
Just to hear the falling grace of the moon...

I wear your ring like its your soul
Upon my finger, tight and never faltering...

We traveled the darkness and entered the cold
We held hands by the hallway with the crusted mold...

Do you want to see me? I'm not so cool.
I've got a bag full of trash that is...

The bluest sky: my love
In your eyes I'm always lost...

You're somebody's best friend,
You're somebody's high school crush...

We sat, perched, like nightingales
Outside the cold green forest...

There's nothing up there where dogs stare
And protect the gate with their hair...

Dark rain falls and thunder roars,
But I sing a little song...

The rain is coming
The sky is dark...

Its true, I told you,
Love cannot be sold...