There´s a place inside each tear, that you´d shed for me in fear of my knowing all the darkness that you sang to every night.
You´re pale white, it´s dressed in bones and skin it shoxs, it´s not a feeling that you own.
We were a playground not a home, but it was worse to be alone.

I´ve got a long way to go.
I´ve got to carry you load.
I had a heart too heavy to hold.
You were my playground and I was your home.

My love digs deep, inside my mindless numbing sleep, and builds a pillow for the soul, an endless gaping quiet hole, that drowns the shadows from their walls.

I´ve got a long way to go.
I´ve got to carry you home.
I had a heart too heavy to hold.
You were my playground and I was your home.