Nothing But History

Don't forget what you know,
keep in mind what you don't.
You say I move too fast,
I say you move too slow.
It's not the speed.
How'd you forget all the history?

She's at church on the weekdays,
the priest leaves and she stays.
"God better tear those walls down."
Cause I can't hold a flame,
to light a fire up in the rain.
The bed you made and the debts I pad,
won't set me free.
There's nowhere left to go until the back door breaks on me.
Don't forget all that I said
with your lies in my head.
You can't seem to say the words that I can see in your face.
So stay in all night,
because I might want to come over.
To keep what's left and forget.
To keep what's left and forget.
When you turn away
When you're walking home
On winter's night
I am there with you.

When you fall asleep
on the broken ground.
When you walk away.
I am here with you.
Keep your eyes on the road,
push down on the pedal,
may you listen now to the silence
that fills in every night
while you echo in this heart of mine.
and as the silence fades every page you write
turns back to me,
you're so clever in disguise in the light of your own marquee.
There's nothing but lights and they shine all night
cause you know,
There's nothing but history, and nothing but me leaving you alone.
So stay in all night,
because I might want to come over.
To keep what's left and forget.
To keep what's left and forget.
When you turn away
When you're walking home
On winter's night
I am there with you.
When you fall asleep
on the broken ground.
When you walk away.
I am here with you.