MUSIC FOR SALE

Everybody listens to the songs
I write for you, except you.
Your love is so confusing,
I can't tell what's false, what's true.

I lose myself in your magic,
But I find me walking alone.
You tell me that you want it,
Yet I feel that your way is so wrong.

A thousand pieces of a broken heart,
A thousand nights beneath dusty lamps,
This is not what I wanted,
This is not what I dreamed of,
And it’s not what you came here for.

So leave me before the sunrise,
Or promise you will break free,
From every past that holds you,
From every burning cross,
From every shadow and mirror,
From every thorn of your rose.

Fly away…

Everybody tells me you're lying,
And I feel like I'm lost in space.
It's clear that you don't care,
Yet I can't understand this mess.

The only thing I'm sure about
Is the love I feel for you.
But the rose of love will never grow
If you don't want it to.

A thousand pieces of a broken heart,
A thousand nights beneath dusty lamps,
This is not what I wanted,
This is not what I dreamed of,
And it’s not what you came here for.

So leave me before the sunrise,
Or promise you will break free,
From every past that holds you,
From every burning cross,
From every shadow and mirror,
From every thorn of your rose.

Fly away…
Or fly to me