Just above my head
I can hear your heart beating
But I would not stand to let you in
So I forgot what you long for
And now what your terror is
And stand side by side
In the end we'll decide
When the pictures too scared for the work or
Well it's for the walls
We could never break down
Well this place is left empty
There's too many places
For the ones who can't hang around
Yeah your hum hem home
Or hum home hem
Is there something
That seeps slowly from your skin
Or oh does it drip drolly from your sense of
What's a sin
I know that it's never been easy
But so many things
Oh they've just never been
Oh no no no
But it's true your heart
It was always a pure one
You can feel it in each second guess
But the things you prescribed
For your self-preservation
Were mildly destructive at best we were patient
And wondered sometimes
"where you headed "
But oh no no we never knew
Despite all the things that you dreaded
To find something fresh
Something real something true
Arthur Hall - Theodore Hilton
