Sometimes I feel like I cannot run,
just colors fading in the burning sun.
‘Cause I keep on believing that you’ll come back this way
and it carries me over into another day.
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Now a dead sweat finds me in the frozen night
staring down at the place you should be lying.
But, a skipped heartbeat will not keep it’s time
any more than our promises are binding.
But, we could build a little house from the sticks and stones
and fill it up with all the love we used to know.
Whoa Whoa Whoa
All I ever thought I needed from this life
was a vision reversed and reflected in your eyes.
But, I can’t and I won’t, no I can’t lie to you now…
This heart it won’t heal itself.
But, we could build a little house from the sticks and stones
and fill it up with all the love we used to know.
Whoa Whoa Whoa
Whoa Whoa Whoa