He wears a choir around his neck
They sing him praises underneath his vest
So when the world gives him hate
He hears nothing they say
And goes on thinking that he's the best...

Your love is like being deprived of the pain that has built the character for which you love me
And I'm afraid if it continues I'll disappear and you'll no longer want me

Follow the tides of your heart
Hold fast the driftwood afloat to your passions
This slow flowing river that meanders without warning
And reveal rappids and white waters when the winds start roaring
Is the only known way to find who you are
And what a person you'll be
When you meet the sea...

Everything worth it
Aches beneath its surface
And in between hurting
We seem glimpses of perfect
Just enough to believe we deserve it

Our lives set on the backdrop of the sirens
To them we are ambient noise
To us they are the silence...

Don't think that I'm broken
Just because I crack
I'm shedding my skin
And I am healed because of that

I wonder of Im remembered
And whose doing the remembering
Do they see a person I know
When I pop into their minds eye
Or is a version of of me of their own design
I guess thats not for me to decide
But I do wonder from time ot time
If I hold a place in another person's mind