In Your Hall
While you sleep
I'm on the floor
On my own
By the repaired door
How did my world turn into this?
Dancing around
An existence of shit
Forty packs
Won't calm my nerves
Wondering what this all
Has done to her
Caught in a web
Cos my heart is true
Steely brown eyes
I melt into you
Lost so deep
In the pit of my soul
Your heart's reciprocation
Pays a toll
Sitting so small
On a thrashed shag rug
Incompleteable thoughts
Rule me like a drug
Not enough life to know
How to be here
Waiting so patient
For the path to clear
Everyday is torture and bliss
Forever set,
Seven Stars on my wrist
Please forgive for I have sinned
See in my sleep I fight the beast and grit my teeth
And in between we're stuck again, just know my friend
Never meant for this to end the way if did
Now I wish that I could give all it is that we have missed
The gift (the gift)
Somewhere down the hall she falls, wishing that these walls could talk
Somewhere down the hall she crawls
She lost, she walked, she gave it all
Lost the pulse it's all my fault so now I drift to ignorance
For it is bliss or so they said
Made my bed, said my piece, gone are dreams, now just me
I'm sorry see if it will be, 'Till then just breathe
I'll let you leave
Take time to grieve. For in between it shouldn't be
So let's agree to just concede for it won't cease
But to me, best believe
The world you mean
Don't see an end
Wish it that we
Could open this cage
And set it all free
These paths crossed
Entwined so quick
What sorcery called upon
Such a cruel trick
Outsider to confusion
While lost in my own
This complicated wreck
Is still looking for a home
The heat from our embrace wins it all
Yet alone I sit
On the floor in your hall
The heat from our embrace
Wins it all
Yet alone I sit...
On the floor in your
Hall...
(Waiting so patient for the path to clear)
(Torture and bliss)
I'm on the floor
On my own
By the repaired door
How did my world turn into this?
Dancing around
An existence of shit
Forty packs
Won't calm my nerves
Wondering what this all
Has done to her
Caught in a web
Cos my heart is true
Steely brown eyes
I melt into you
Lost so deep
In the pit of my soul
Your heart's reciprocation
Pays a toll
Sitting so small
On a thrashed shag rug
Incompleteable thoughts
Rule me like a drug
Not enough life to know
How to be here
Waiting so patient
For the path to clear
Everyday is torture and bliss
Forever set,
Seven Stars on my wrist
Please forgive for I have sinned
See in my sleep I fight the beast and grit my teeth
And in between we're stuck again, just know my friend
Never meant for this to end the way if did
Now I wish that I could give all it is that we have missed
The gift (the gift)
Somewhere down the hall she falls, wishing that these walls could talk
Somewhere down the hall she crawls
She lost, she walked, she gave it all
Lost the pulse it's all my fault so now I drift to ignorance
For it is bliss or so they said
Made my bed, said my piece, gone are dreams, now just me
I'm sorry see if it will be, 'Till then just breathe
I'll let you leave
Take time to grieve. For in between it shouldn't be
So let's agree to just concede for it won't cease
But to me, best believe
The world you mean
Don't see an end
Wish it that we
Could open this cage
And set it all free
These paths crossed
Entwined so quick
What sorcery called upon
Such a cruel trick
Outsider to confusion
While lost in my own
This complicated wreck
Is still looking for a home
The heat from our embrace wins it all
Yet alone I sit
On the floor in your hall
The heat from our embrace
Wins it all
Yet alone I sit...
On the floor in your
Hall...
(Waiting so patient for the path to clear)
(Torture and bliss)
Credits
Writer(s): Carrie Jayne Crockett
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