ties

Saw the table we sat at
and talked about sorrow
Looks different when we are not there
Empty and lonely, like I felt that evening
Maybe it's actually fair
And you came to the show with her on your arm
I bury the feeling as I sing out my heart
Days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months
Didn't think it'd go this far

Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe
Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me
Are we really know if all that ties us is pain
An image of glorified sadness stands in love's place

There's acres of crimson in the dreams I have lately
Can't wash the stain from my hands
Any solace I might have is hid underground
Can't seem to bury the sound

Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe
Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me

Are we really know if all that ties us is pain
Oh, an image of glorified sadness stands in love's place

Is it possible to need someone so much it hurts to breathe
Oh, and where's the air come from when you've nothing to offer me

Are we really know if all that ties us is pain
Oh, an image of glorified sadness stands in love's place