If this voice was a canvas I’d paint you a picture

Leave 10,000 words unsaid

If I could touch your hand and show you my visions

You could dance with the demons in my head

Or you could take your words like turpentine, pour them down all over mine

underneath those lines I am concealed

You should know by now that I mean what I say

if it’s little I say I am revealed

It comes as no surprise I’m out of my tree

Building cages when I long to be free

My hands are open, take what you need

Giving is easy, salvation is hard

With a tongue like a razor I’ll cut out your weaknesses

I’m gonna show you how deeply they have grown

I’d take that speck of sawdust from your eye

If I could remove the plank that’s in my own

The past is graffiti painted on the wall

Nothing keeps a secret like a stone

Tomorrow is a fiction yet to be told

A shadow on the ground when you’re alone