Seeking shelter form the sharpened dagger words of one another
I feel the cadence of your beating heart
Dig your nails into my flesh
And direct me to the truth as I digress
Paralyzed by every syllable that stitch my lips together
Tie my limbs around my throat

And watch me disappear
But can we both go back
To the way things were before I fell
Before you wish my soul farewell
I wish I were a better man, for you I hope I prove I can
Lift myself up and get this right
I’ll work my fingers to the bone

I feel you slip away
I feel you slipping
I feel you slipping
I feel you slipping

Four crescent moons engraved in my palms
From all the time spent lifting me up above the flames
When I press my palms into my eyes
I sometimes see right through them
Forgive me for my absence

For I have grown transparent
After hell I didn’t know where we’d be
But you’re still here standing next to me
I think I’ve finally figured it out
For you I’ll work my fingers to the bone