lie awake til the early am
wrapped up in all of the pages
and i've found that wishing for heaven
with or without your pain
i'm falling asleep where you used to be
your words still burn under my paper skin
to keep your heart disguised
i guess you had to rip through the ceiling
i guess it all worked out
the wind keeps you distant
but i'm sure you're wrapped in the midst of a broken house
you left with bricks and stones
from a heart that lost its soul
but i should have kept closed
your words still burn under my paper skin
to keep your heart disguised
it's so hard holding my breath
your words still burn under my paper skin
to keep your heart disguised