The Line That Ties Me

The walls are talking and the only person who can hear me is nearly gone I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words that I can't say, for the fear that I might fall Maybe I'm afraid that the pictures that I paint, won't capture the beauty of you And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears, as I sink beneath the weight of it all I could call you my lover, call you a beast Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach Call you a lion, call you a man You're the line that ties me to things I don't understand Your smile as it withers, is as pretty as the picture You wouldn't sell to the lady next door You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price It's for the heart, I should give it away Use it for the freedom of us all I could call you my lover, call you a beast Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach Call you a lion, call you a man You're the line that ties me to things I don't understand