These Words

These words I can't erase
Like a tattoo of you on my face
You know when you look at me
That the worst parts of you are still breathing

I, I'm in a land of clouds
Your reflection burns into my crown
Reluctant shoulders carry hope
That from time to time I'll descend my rope
Just inches from your fingertips

I'll cram you in a trance
You'll become an artist, become your art
And I, I'll laugh away
Your existence fading day by day

I, I'm in a land of clouds
Your reflection burns into my crown
Reluctant shoulders carry hope (They carry hope!)
That from time to time I'll descend my rope
Just inches from your fingertips

And I
I know that it's not right
For me to sleep
When every time I wake
It's from a dream
But I could never let you fall away
From me

"These words you can't erase"
I will keep repeating every phrase
You know you cannot run
I own every blade beneath the sun (blade of grass, that is)

I'm in a land of clouds
Your reflection burns into my crown
Reluctant shoulders carry hope
That from time to time I'll descend my rope
Just inches from your fingertips

Just inches from your fingertips
Just inches from your fingertips!

These words you can't erase
Like a tattoo of me on your face