There were 100 people
Complete strangers
And they might as well have been shadows
The room might as well have been void of light
Because I close my eyes and there is only you
Burned to the back of my lids
I tell this story about the way you never leave my mind
And the way I couldn't hide it if I tried
My fingers bleed
My heart has found a new home in my stomach
And you're still the only thought
That my mind can find peace next to
Here is where suffering smiles
And the grass is green under all of our foot steps
And war doesn't stand a chance
Not even if it is all we have left
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
There were 100 people
Complete strangers
And they might as well have been shadows
The room might as well have been void of light
Because I close my eyes and there is only you
Burned to the back of my lids
I tell this story about the way you never leave my mind
And the way I couldn't hide it if I tried
My fingers bleed
My heart has found a new home in my stomach
And you're still the only thought
That my mind can find peace next to
Here is where suffering smiles
And the grass is green under all of our foot steps
And war doesn't stand a chance
Not even if it is all we have left