roads, skies and Stephen. the middle of the night, I may watch you go
there'll be no value in the strength of walls that I have grown
there'll be no comfort in the shade of the shadows thrown

stretch out my life and pick the seams out
take what you like, but close my ears and eyes

or watch me stumble. over and over.

I know I've tried.. 
I was not stable and flawed by pride 

I miss my sanguine eyes.

but I'd be yours if you'd be mine....