Am I the only one to make good sense?
Am I the only one to watch the rain when it falls?
Rapture-held, believing my own words

Believing nothing's real until the purity fades

I want you to look me in the eyes

and tell me that none of this is lies
I need to know so I can breathe
Before the blue gets painted gray

I want you to promise that you'll stay
and that we'll leave this all behind


And now you ask if anything has changed
And i ask you if fevered hearts relax with one touch
Beauty and the truth go hand in hand

The only thing's changed is how I hear what you say