The Warmth

Hummingbirds and naughty words, it's far beyond the walls they come. Only lives beyond closed doors, would leave beneath the words they say we are. And as the night begins to undress the lucky ones. We have a star amoungst living beyong the sound. And we will carry on, as long as we understand. We live among the rules we make em'. And the roads we take when someone has jumped the gun. I cannot trust you if you keep stepping on my back. I cannot love you if you still carry on. I can't begin to understand the cut. With your last breath we scream my name as I was yours and cracks beneath. And fear run down the scars are long. There's no more warmth There nothing for me here.