I’m indebted,
But didn’t pay anyone a cent,
Gave everything to the imagined and regretted,
Demons in my head

They’re silhouetted,
Shadows echo words I never meant,
You whispered to me, quiet everything that they’ve said,
There’s nothing to fear, there’s no monsters in this bed.

You are the silence in the hurricane inside my mind,
You are the sense of seeing to these broken eyes born blind

Walking beheaded,
With hands in the pockets of the dead,
Lost my mind, I fumbled for the dreaded,
Hold my hand instead

I was ended,
But did not know she was my start,
I meant what I said,
I am giving my whole heart,
That I was breaking when alone,
You can fix it and turn it back from stone,
I’ve been missing; now anywhere you are is where I call home.

You are the silence in the hurricane inside my mind,
You are the sense of seeing to these broken eyes born blind,
You are the electricity that woke my heart from the darkness deep beneath,
You are the words I can’t find, the meaning that I need,
You are the half of me I could not hear in my cyclone,
You are the house I long thought destroyed; now anywhere you are is where I call home.