Say What You Mean
He was melted carefully down for you, cast up from your childhood.
The fuse inside him is the wound that binds him to his mortal sin.
He was the sum of you, and a dream now blue.
He was all your hopes and everything new.
You thought he was the answer.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Washed away, you can't be replaced, you thought he was the answer.
Washed away.
You had style so ripe and a smile so bright, you were so inviting.
He was the wind that swept your tidal wave,
you thought he was the answer you craved.
He was the sum of you, and a dream now blue.
He was all your hopes and everything new.
You thought, you thought he was the answer.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Don't you know you can't be replaced, you thought he was the answer.
You shared your bed, offered up yourself, all you could give.
Now shame upon your lips, sliding on ice so thin
You thought, you thought it would never happen again.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Washed away by some pathetic crave, you can't be replaced.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Washed away, washed away.
The fuse inside him is the wound that binds him to his mortal sin.
He was the sum of you, and a dream now blue.
He was all your hopes and everything new.
You thought he was the answer.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Washed away, you can't be replaced, you thought he was the answer.
Washed away.
You had style so ripe and a smile so bright, you were so inviting.
He was the wind that swept your tidal wave,
you thought he was the answer you craved.
He was the sum of you, and a dream now blue.
He was all your hopes and everything new.
You thought, you thought he was the answer.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Don't you know you can't be replaced, you thought he was the answer.
You shared your bed, offered up yourself, all you could give.
Now shame upon your lips, sliding on ice so thin
You thought, you thought it would never happen again.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Washed away by some pathetic crave, you can't be replaced.
Washed away at point blank, like a beautiful watercolor.
Washed away, washed away.
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Writer(s): Deborah Anne Gee, Thomas Benton Gallagher
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