Tell me something more about the life inside your head
Where it is you go when every part of you is dead
Maybe I can come along so you won't have to talk
I'll see it with my own two eyes, I'll follow as you walk
And even if you set a pace that I cannot maintain
I'll make my way with caution like I'm falling in the rain
I'll read you like a story you have bound within yourself
And yours will be the only book I set upon my shelf
I'd like to spend my days rereading every single page
Let life into your words, they're not a trap, you're not a cage