If I begged you to sit and just be
not for long, just for me -
Would you stay,
would you mean it,
could you conquer that shame?

I look into your marble eyes
and it eats me up inside,
and what am I to do
but turn out just like you?

Forget it,
what's one more invisible day,
what's one more shower in the rain?

I stand before the glass
and watch your shadow,
distillery brown in the afternoon sun
as you dissolve,
pouring yourself out
with each measure pounded by the stereo,
which shakes the lock in its frame
but not enough to break.

I must watch
as you drown,
though I should walk away
but your voice is an echo
of pain straight from hell
so how can I not strain with that swell?
I am your violin
and you play me so well
yet you are nothing but a fugue.

The music of the heart is all that I know,
if I forsake you now
I forsake that too,
and this house cannot hold
against another silent coup.
You are the master of that castle,
and its keeper as well.
When did all this begin,
and is there an end?

Will you ever let go,
will you ever just be,
Will you never find solace
in a voice that is free?

I want so much to save you,
but I don't know that I should:

You're a martyr to a cause
that's all in your head,
you pick up that bottle
and you walk with the dead.

You lie with your mind
but not with your heart
so which should I listen to,
where do I start?

Take me back,
take me back,
to that moment of pain.
I am strong,
that I swear
and that much I will bear
if it just meant that once
you would touch me
and say,
that really, one day
it'll all be Okay.

I know that you can't, now,
and that that path must be yours,
so in the end I just say,
What can it hurt,
I'll cover the mirror,
and I'll dance in the rain.