Sleeping At Last - Neptune

Pitch black, pale blue, It was a stained glass Variation of the truth And I felt empty handed.

You let me set sail With cheap wood. So I patched up Every leak that I could, 'Til the blame grew too heavy.

Stitch by stitch I tear apart. If brokenness is a form of art, I must be a poster child prodigy. Thread by thread I come apart. If brokenness is a work of art, Surely this must be my masterpiece.

I'm only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks When I open my mouth. I want to tell you but I don't know how.

I'm only honest when it rains, An open book with a torn out page, And my ink's run out. I want to love you but I don't know how.

I don't know how, No I don't know how. I don't know how. I want to love you but I don't know how.

I want to love you...

Pitch black, pale blue, These wild oceans Shake what's left of me loose Just to hear me cry mercy.

A strong wind at my back, So I lift up the only sail that I have, This tired white flag.

I'm only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks When I open my mouth. I want to tell you but I don't know how.

I'm only honest when it rains, An open book with a torn out page, And my ink's run out. I want to love you but I don't know how.

I don't know how, know how, know how, I want to love you but I don't know how.

I want to love you...