The Line That Ties Me

The walls are talking
And the only person who can hear me is nearly gone
I stand by your bedside on the edge of words
That I can't say for the fear that I might fall
Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint
Won't capture the beauty of you
And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears
As I sink beneath the weight of it all

I could call you my lover, call you a beast
Call you the island where faith doesn't reach
Call you a lion, call you a man
You're the line that ties me to things I don't understand

Your smile as it withers is as pretty as the picture
You wouldn't sell to the lady next door
You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price
It's for the heart, I should give it away
Use it for the freedom of us all

I could call you my lover, call you a beast
Call you the island where faith doesn't reach
Call you a lion, call you a man
You're the line that ties me to things I don't understand