I can see the lines, baby,
But I intend to warp the signs,
Because I'm done with listening,
To me.

And there's nothing I need more,
Need more of than you,
And there's no one else, I won't take no.
And there's ghosts behind the door,
That I know you can see through,
And I won't lose grip, I won't let go.

I know that I'm breathing, baby,
Since I find myself believing,
Because I'm done with lying,
To me.

And I've never been more sure,
Been more sure of my location,
And there's only rusting bars, you know.
And there's nothing I want more,
Than your heart's accommodation,
There's only fading scars, below.