little heart, stone cold faith
real life got in the way
trumpets sound on the wrong day - I want the fanfare
just when I'm ready
so we write out a lie and carve it into stone
a little piece of something I can call mine
now we turn off the lights to talk about it
and you leave me drowning in my own words
all I know is I'm left behind
when that call comes down the wire
I could not see what you saw
but could I seek the same God?
I'm caught behind a door with you on the other side
I couldn't make this right if I tried to
so I'll keep the page folded, hope I don't lose my place
and my feelings blow away in some cold breeze
but we didn't cut our losses
and we didn't walk away
we didn't hold our tongues and wait for things to change
in a house made out of matchsticks
who's gonna watch it fall apart?
we didn't cut our losses
and we didn't walk away
we didn't keep our promises or wait for things to change
in that house made out of matchsticks
who's gonna watch it fall down?
it's a done deal now
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