you shut and lock your door
but i know, though my eyes do not see
you hide nothing from me
I see straight through
your lying lips are no disguise
although you are good with hiding the guilt you must feel
no line you say, no thing you do
makes me believe its true
you say i'm most important
I'm not but God should be
but you let him move there
not me, not God.
your hands are dirty
i miss the days when they were clean
you left your innocence
when he walked in the door
you blamed me for your losses
for I am not your gain any longer
the blood isn't on my hands
though I carry your burdens
your sin spreads throughout this home
but this house isn't my home
its the place that hurts me
thats why I'm elsewhere
boxes stacked up high
new clothes in the closet
boots by the door
and a new set of stairs
Where were you when I needed you?
you left for vacation with him..
the hardest days of my life, you weren't there
those days continue and its like your still gone
what is this, where is the love?
sin creeps in and a relationship burns
your eyes are deep underwater
seeing nothing clearly
you took your eyes from Him
and traded it for his
months lasting
will your eyes look to Him again?
my life is lacking you, when your in the same room
"But I believe there is something here
to be learned of grace
because I can't help but love you
even with a heart that breaks"
-As Cities Burn
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