ties

Saw the table we sat at and talked about sorrow Looks different when we are not there Empty and lonely, like I felt that evening Maybe it's actually fair And you came to the show with her on your arm I bury the feeling as I sing out my heart Days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months Didn't think it'd go this far Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me Are we really know if all that ties us is pain An image of glorified sadness stands in love's place There's acres of crimson in the dreams I have lately Can't wash the stain from my hands Any solace I might have is hid underground Can't seem to bury the sound Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me Are we really know if all that ties us is pain Oh, an image of glorified sadness stands in love's place Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me Are we really know if all that ties us is pain Oh, an image of glorified sadness stands in love's place