I could count the stars
Wait until the dawn
I could cry tears of honey
Sweet as the hummingbird's song
I could drift away
Walking paths I'd never thought to follow
I could meet someone new
Feed them love and make them swallow
You are mayhem and quiet
You are roses and riots
I don't know where to start without you
Even though I'm beginning to doubt you
You say everything that I need to hear
Ghost-like words that drift around the atmosphere
You linger even when you're supposed to be dead
You always did say things that you wanted unsaid
Loving an artist is hard when it's only in bed
'Cause I was always more beautiful inside your head
