One last glance from a taxi cab.
Images scar my mind,
Four weeks have felt like years.

Since your full attention was all mine.
The night was young and so were we.
Talked about life,God, death and your family.

Did not want any promises, just my undivided honesty.
And you said things are going to change for the better.


I am the patron saint of lost causes.
A fraction of who I once believed.
Change, it's only a matter of time.

Opinions I would like to try and rewrite.
If life had background music playing your song.
I have got to be honest,

I tried to escape you.
But the orchestra plays on. And they sang things are going to change now for the better.


Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phrases like knives your words can cut me through.
Dismantle me down, repair you, dismantle me.


Give me time to prove,
prove I want the rest of yours.

Prelude, call this a prelude to a lifetime of you.
It's not that I hang on every word.
I hang myself on what you repeat.

It's not that I keep hanging on.
I'm never letting go.


Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you.
Lines and phrases like knives, your words can cut me through.
Dismantle me down, repair you, dismantle me.


Save me from myself.
Help me save me from myself.


Things are going to change for the better.
Hands like secrets are the hardest thing to keep from you.

Lines and phrases like knives, your words can cut me through.
Dismantle me down, repair you, dismantle me.