Give me some big empty pages,
So I can write some short, sad words about how I feel.
Give me bookmarks for the places
That I need to see to know if they are real.
You can hang a bell from my neck, but you'll never hear me coming.
You gave me hell when we met and now you fear I'm running, here I go.
Show me the fruit of my labour.
I wanna see the sky crying, pour down on me.
Now give the fruit to my neighbour.
Wanna see the sun fight the moonlight over me.
You can hang a crown from my head, but you'll never see me coming.
You try to drown your regret and now you fear I'm running, here I go.
Tell me to lower my voice,
You know I'll get louder 'till I fill the room.
Yeah, we all have a choice to live a lie
Or live like we're leaving some.
You can take the face from my name, but you'll always feel my thunder.
We had such grace when we came, now I fear I'm going under.
Here I go.
You can take the face from my name, but you'll always feel my thunder.
We had such grace when we came and now I fear I'm going under.
Here I go.
