The Conversation

You've been running with the ghost again,
singing it's all gonna fall
like we're living a lie.
You've been tearing up these walls again,
ain't no place left here for a girl to hide.
Well you know I tell you just like it is,
gonna walk that far in the scars of another guy.
And I'm not gonna give up all of this,
ain't no room left here for me to fly.
And if our love is a hurricane,
broken phones and broken doors.
Baby you know I can stand the rain
let it lift us off the floor.
You use your words just like a criminal,
cut like a bullet from a gun.
Well that shadow found me years ago,
I've been bought, I've been shot with a lawless love.
And if our love is a hurricane,
broken phones and broken doors.
Baby you know I can stand the rain
let it lift us off the floor.
(Oooooooo)
Build it up, tear it down,
let it fall right to the ground.
All the words that we could bleed,
let it fly just you and me.
Wasted pride, it comes in like the rolling tide,
we don't have to give up this fight,
but it's too late to give up tonight.
And if our love is a hurricane,
broken phones and broken doors.
Baby you know I can stand the rain
let it lift us off the floor.