Texty: Deas Vail. This Place Is Painted Red. Anything You Say.

Write me down
I am the words falling apart
Take this broken world off of my heart
So I stumble down into the room where the templates are made
And you show me that somehow I could change these days

You pulled a part of me I could never understand
Crashing to your side and you're breaking up this silence
Never to again let my courage fall
You try for every moment, walking hand in hand
So encouraging
I?m continually coming, time and time again for anything you say now
For anything you say now

For this foreign affair I will abide as the middle man
Cause the solo cry is more than I can stand
So I walk on air, and awkwardly seek out a child?s form
And I know that you won?t lead me to the storm