My Knife, Your Throat

And the picture frames are facing downI'm running from the truthDistorted images of youAnd you'll insist that you were rightWhen the facts show you were wrongI'm holding my groundYou think this is some sort of gameAnd you need to get your story straight right now, this timeThere's got to be a better wayYou hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.And the shadows crowd these careless thoughts to you I can't describeAnd you're always on my mindI did it all for love that's what she saidAnd the end is on it's wayThis is my sanctuaryIf you want my trust just tell meI can't solve the problem when there's nothing wrongThis starts a brand new morningWake up to hear the warningWe can't ignore it when it's been so longThrow open windows and the doorsI'll give my best, you'll ask for moreWhat we put together you'll just pull apartI raise my voice you still won't hearIt's becoming harder to stay sincereCan't put behind us what we never left.My knife, your throat...