| I was always able to write my way out |
| The song always made sense to me |
| But now I find when I look down |
| Every page is empty |
| There is nothing to describe |
| Except the moon still bright against the worrying sky |
| I pray the trees will get their leaves soon |
| So tell me where to put my love |
| Do I wait for time to do what it does? |
| I don’t know where to put my love |
| And when it came, it was stranger than I had ever imagined |
| No cracking open of heaven |
| But quiet and still |
| All my friends are getting ill |
| So tell me where to put my love |
| Do I wait for time to do what it does? |
| I don’t know where to put my love |
| So tell me where to put my love |
| Do I wait for time to do what it does? |
| I don’t know where to put my love |
| My arms emptied, the skies emptied |
| The billboards emptied |
| My arms emptied, the skies emptied |
| The buildings emptied |
| So tell me where to put my love |
| Do I wait for time to do what it does? |
| I don’t know where to put my love |
| My arms emptied, the skies emptied |
| The billboards emptied |
| My arms emptied, the skies emptied |
| The buildings emptied |