Choose
You own your blues
Like lovers do

Once more
This is what hope is for
And all the lovers that came
Before

I'll know
I'll know
I'll know

That what I'll give
Is easy to take
Like bullets from a gun
Like things behind the sun

Makes me proud
I won't have to
Hurt so loud
An empty hotel
Silent and dark
And then my heart sparks
Won't be a guest and
Get undressed
Like lovers do

Wane
Down lover's lane
Make a right on lovers shame

And hold on
Hold
Hold on

'Cause then a long time comes
And a long time goes
And the night grows

'Cause what I'll give
Is easy to take
Like bullets from a gun
Like things behind the sun
Like wine from a drunk
Like food from bodies shrunk

Makes me proud
I won't have to
Hurt so loud
An empty hotel
Silent and dark
And then my heart sparks
Won't be a guest and
Get undressed
Like lovers do

I'm empty you said
Like you were naming
An ocean
Shipwrecked soul
Causing a commotion
And staring at the seams
With eyes like laser beams
You got up and floated
Into the kitchen

Copyright: TUNECORE INC
Writer(s): James Guthrie