Demons are at the door
My secrets drips from the door of my cracks.
Even my words have slipped from the mess.
My thoughts are making me seasick and yet the Love you show me is still faithfully decent.
And so I lock my door and clean the mess I know it now I see what's best for me...
Sit here talking to you threw the  window. My eyes are not yet strong enough to behold such love I'm greatful you made a heart.
While my world is falling apart I sit here to watch the most greatest love of all