| I think that I would be fine if you left me |
| Fine if we end up divorcing |
| Perfectly happy alone |
| You think that I’m still the man that you married |
| But something has changed on the inside |
| And I’m not who I want to be |
| Because there’s no gauge for the love we make |
| Nothing’s sacred when nothing’s safe |
| I fear I’ve seen the final tide |
| Of our prime wash into separate seas |
| I thought that you’d be impressed if you met me |
| If only you’d gotten to know me |
| If you knew what I knew |
| And those days, I would have quickly dismissed you |
| As you would have passed and not seen me |
| But somehow it happened that |
| Heaven opened up her eyes |
| And her attention arrested mine |
| A test I could not pay to pass |
| As Heaven stopped me in my tracks |
| Graveyards are filled with disposable men |
| Laying beside all the others that warned them |
| That steps should be taken and carefully measured with caution |
| But laying alone you see that nothing is gained |
| Men are only hesitant when marching to wars and to graves |
| To my shame, my cues have been taken |
| From old men who claim their journey wasn’t worth it at all |
| Nothing happens the way that it’s supposed to |
| Love doesn’t care if you want to, it’s going to move you |
| So lean in because I want to breathe what you’re breathing |
| I want to see my reflection, Lovely and Haunting |
| Then I opened up my mouth |
| And Lazarus came marching out |
| Upon the tongue of a once dead man |
| That now is damned to love again |