If I wrote down the truth 
would I choke on the words?
On the blackened things said, 
on the whispers I've heard?
Everything's twisted
and dragged deep below,
I don't want to listen,
I don't want to know.

While there is volume
baby, I confess
that all hope is fading,
colour - less and less.
It's intangible,
the drowning in me;
there's only dark waters,
there's only dark sea.

I'm gripping too tightly,
we both suffocate
and it's just one more thing
in myself that I hate.
Everything 'round me
is broken by doubt,
there are no more cures,
there is no way out.

I love you too much now,
arteries entwined
and I know that your heart
is still beating for mine.
But I am an outline,
just an echo of thunder,
I'll only pull you down,
I'll only pull you under.