Dead trees, hold my
Head down I'm walking and I can't see you
Love me, with closed eyes
I'll hold onto every word that comes out of you
It cuts deep, its unkind
There's places I can't go and songs I can't sing
Quiet, I can't find
It's late so I'll go out and walk down the street
Blood stains, on my shirt
I cut myself on edges of broken picture frame
Growing pains, and red dirt
I'm reading from your books and I am marking every page
I can't believe that you're coming home again
Way too late, way too late
And I can't believe that love's the only sin
That can't be weighed, can't be weighed