Fortress
I'll wait at the gates
Or is it a fortress?
I'm calling the blame
Just let me own it
There are things I thought I could rise above
And all the things I thought I was better than
And a coward might call it a conscience
And a liar might call it the truth
Nothing could ever make me more frightened
Than the thought of hurting you
Watching you float across the isle of sand
Before the fireworks began
I closed my eyes
And wrap my arms around you
Do you remember what I whispered love?
Do you remember what I whispered, love?
This is how it's meant to be
This is where we're supposed to be
I don't think anyone
Has ever loved anyone
The way I loved you
So I wait at the gates
Of your fortress
I'm calling the blame
And she'll let me hold it
And all the things I thought I could rise above
I could not
And all the things I thought I was better than
I am not
And a coward might call it a conscience
And a liar might call it the truth
Nothing could ever make me more frightened
Than the thought of hurting you
How could I hurt you?
Watching you float across the isle of sand
Before the fireworks began
I closed my eyes
And wrapped my arms around you
Do you remember what I whispered love?
Do you remember what I whispered, love?
This is how it's meant to be
This is where we're supposed to be
I don't think anyone
Could ever love anyone
The way I love you
The way I love you
The way I love you
This is how it's meant to be
This is where we're supposed to be
I don't think anyone
Could ever love anyone
The way that I love you
The way I love you
Or is it a fortress?
I'm calling the blame
Just let me own it
There are things I thought I could rise above
And all the things I thought I was better than
And a coward might call it a conscience
And a liar might call it the truth
Nothing could ever make me more frightened
Than the thought of hurting you
Watching you float across the isle of sand
Before the fireworks began
I closed my eyes
And wrap my arms around you
Do you remember what I whispered love?
Do you remember what I whispered, love?
This is how it's meant to be
This is where we're supposed to be
I don't think anyone
Has ever loved anyone
The way I loved you
So I wait at the gates
Of your fortress
I'm calling the blame
And she'll let me hold it
And all the things I thought I could rise above
I could not
And all the things I thought I was better than
I am not
And a coward might call it a conscience
And a liar might call it the truth
Nothing could ever make me more frightened
Than the thought of hurting you
How could I hurt you?
Watching you float across the isle of sand
Before the fireworks began
I closed my eyes
And wrapped my arms around you
Do you remember what I whispered love?
Do you remember what I whispered, love?
This is how it's meant to be
This is where we're supposed to be
I don't think anyone
Could ever love anyone
The way I love you
The way I love you
The way I love you
This is how it's meant to be
This is where we're supposed to be
I don't think anyone
Could ever love anyone
The way that I love you
The way I love you
Credits
Writer(s): Kevin Jones, Andrew Davie, Johannes Refsdal
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