The Heart Behind The Cellar Door

My heart and soul are rivals Never knowing what they want Always longing for something new Longing for something invisible The world could be anything to us Could hold the answers that we search for I'm praying we find the questions first Wake up from this dream but what for Could it be you I see Could it be the cuts that bleed Could it be the death of me Could it be all of me I can't plan for the past Cover up all the lonliness A heart made up of broken glass Of the good guys, I'm the last I keep forgetting that I can't fly When I hear of more tragedy I feel compelled to try Cut these ties and let go of me Could it be the end of us Could it be the death of trust Could it be the war of lust Could it be the look of disgust Blind my mouth, silence my eyes Stop telling me the truth Blind my mouth, silence my eyes Stop telling me the truth Blind my mouth, silence my eyes Stop telling me the truth Cover me with all your lies