A burning bridge
Staging a traffic jam
Intention stained upon expression
Eyes the sky's darkest clouds
Constipated mountains of condensation

*At the start there was innocence
Breaks my heart doesn't make no sense just start again that's the recompense just learning to fly

In a sense
Its innosence
Its my only defense
On a guilt trip
And being held hostage
I'll wrap my heart around you
I'll wrap my arms around you
Falling down the stairs

*See this chair see this empty room
There's my heart there's my open wound 'cause the end always comes too soon just try to get by!