You are a garden, and I am a house fire
You are the rainfall, and I am a puddle
You are the snowfall, and I am the avalanche that buries all your friends
You are the static on the radio, the exhale of my lungs
The broken window in the church, the carpet keeping me from slipping
You’re an angel in my eyes an orange lens to look at life
A black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart
You’re a reminder of why I’m, supposed to not trust any person
(Help me find a way out)
With a background in rebellion, and a birdsong sung so seldom
(I don’t have a key back in)
You’re an angel in my eyes, an orange lens to look at life
(You could make me feel much better)
A black hole pouring out its heart, afraid of being torn apart
(I don’t have to stand this weather)