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