He'll take those words and bind them like a chain
Lock himself to his chair in the middle of the field
With green grass around and blue skies above
Watch his colors fade and fibers wear against the weather
Just him and her words flying through the open air
But the old broken chair never moves from its base
And he watches the beauty of the words and times fly away
'Til the sun burns out and the ground collapses beneath him
To fall into a captivating blackness that never ends
And a pit with no bottom and no walls, just black
He'll hang on to every last word that drips off her lips
The only thing he has left in his broken world of darkness
He needs her and he can't help but think more as he falls
How precious each second is, how beautiful their time is
And he can finally move his fatigued limbs
Breaks their bonds and rips them away from this place
Still falling, he closes his eyes, "Just one memory..."
He gently drops to the white satin sheets of their bed
She lays asleep; unaware of his weary battles with self
She doesn't realize just how much she means to him
Just how much every second of every fight he goes through
Only because he needs her in his life, the one thing left
He wraps his arms around her soft skin
Kisses the back of her neck and closes his eyes again
And wishes the words he kept in his world would always stay
Only to keep them together, embraced in hope, love, and life
