PRECIOUS

The things you give to me Are more precious than the things I'll Ever make up and i make up pretty good stuff The symphonies you speak Are more precious than the songs I'll Ever write down in a diary And this sunset looks like you get When I'm too close to the fire And your heartbeat sounds like 8th street On a Saturday night And I don't know why a mirror Makes you suddenly divide When otherwise you'd just be one thing Otherwise… One thing When you tell me I know everything I Need to know, you know I always believe That you're leaving out the best parts Of the script your soul is writing ‘Cause I don't care if you're lost sometimes And maybe need to underwater breathe And this sunset looks like you get When I'm too close to the fire And your heartbeat sounds like 8th street On a Saturday night And I don't know why a mirror Makes you suddenly divide When otherwise you'd just be one thing Otherwise… One thing The things you give to me Are more precious than the things I'll Ever make up and i make up pretty good stuff The symphonies you speak Are more precious than the songs I'll Ever write down And I'd still rather hear silence Than never know its cruel sound And I’d still rather see violence Than never visit the ground And I'd still rather fly with you And know that the sky may fall Than never get to sweet heaven at all