Come with me to the land of promise
Or lie there drunk and out of luck
Teetering on the brink
You were such a miracle to me.

The outside world scares you
It makes you itch
It makes you anxious
You are blinded by the sun
And reckless by the minute.

I don't know how to save you
From your own destructive ways
My armour has been pierced
And my skin begins to itch like yours.

I would walk with you through the blustery weather
To the place where people let go
Where people kiss the ground
A sacred place of harmony.

These last days have been hell
We've been drinking to the ticking
Of the clock and chiming of the church bells.

We've been mourning lost souls
And bashing our heads off of stern walls
Trying to piece together some sort of realisation.

I'm misunderstood just like you.