Benfield

Its hurts to swallow and my throat is sore I'm dragging my feet across the floor Just to crawl into your arms first Standing in a empty field with your sweatshirt And I'm crying for your comfort with my back turned Maybe its a lesson we'll never learn When the sun starts to fall And I'm walking home Maybe it'll make more sense to know Oh what a nice building All rusted and scuffed What a nice November night with a nice roof to fall off She smiles and smiles, when will she break character Her eyes want to cry but she's too weak to be aware Walking on water with a dim flashlight Out in the open at the beginning of the night The guilt has never gone away, I wish things worked out and you could stay Maybe its the grey skies Or haze in the air The look of love may be in your eyes I hate when you seem like you don't care, but really its the loving part that you despise Oh what a beautiful picture All ripped and scraped off It was image I saw in my dreams and now I don't dream at all And one day when the fog comes and mists everything in the sky It'll cover up your face and the rest of your body so you can comfortably cry See how nice you look, with your tape wearing off Wrap your necklace round your wrists whenever it's time to fall And it's all a daydream, cold and safe I asked you for your warmth but you just turned away