there's not too many people that i really call my friends
and every path i take comes to an end
i might draw near before i slip out like a thief
the only reason i arrive is to leave
i will find desperation in the middle of this peace
and i will be your friend but, friend, i wouldnt count on me
cause i will sell your trust that i didnt even earn
and i won't be happy with this bridge 'til i can sit and watch it burn
you are the fisherman
i am the storm
you become a baby when i hold you in my arms
you are a vessel floating upon my sea
and my waves are crashing and i cannot hear you scream
i know that you have given everything you could
to a brain that willed but a heart that never ever would
for it is lost unsure, afraid and it is blind
and it will claim you were never on its side
you are the fisherman
i am the storm
you become a baby when i hold you in my arms
you are a vessel floating upon my sea
and my waves are crashing and i cannot hear you scream
i am coldfront and you are a rosebud
i am a saltmine and you are a deep cut
i am a floodwave and you are a nutshell
you are an ice patch and i am the sun
i am a sharp nail and you are a barefoot
i am a thumb tack and you are a tire
i am a tall cliff and every man falls
you are the fisherman
i am the storm
you become a baby when i hold you in my arms
you are a vessel floating upon my sea
and my waves are crashing and i cannot hear you scream.. |