Words are beginning to faulter.
My artwork is beginning to grow bare.
My room is beginning to turn grey.
The stars are beginning to fade.
Everything around me is turning
into something that will betray.
When the clocks stop ticking,
when the sea remains steady.
When my heart is broken,
Will you be the one to guide my way?
If my heart was hollow,
could you mend me back into shape?
If I fell upon your lap,
Would you kiss the pain away?
And If everyone in the world began to lie.
Would you remain the same?
When all of this is over with,
Will you be the one to take my breath away?