How Can I Exist Without Your Grace
How can I exist without your grace?
Your sharp tongue or your liberal lies?
I keep breathing, believing in dry tears
Where do I go now that I'm saved?
Lost in your love or drowning inside?
I keep feeding, these feelings with even more lies
Who do I tell about your curvature heart?
Beating as drum displacing my tongue
I keep seeding these feelings, I'm now stuck on you
What a strange feeling, am I swimming in doubt?
Holding up my head for scent of your trust.
I keep misreading, intending to dive in headstrong
How do I start to make sense of what's truth?
Where do I go to get real answers?
Who can relate what is muddled in fear?
What can be said? What can be done?
I keep my heart on a golden yarn
Weaving out my love as your delicate scarf
Seemingly, I'm bleeding
on nothing but love
I keep my words as an angel's feathers
Soothing at the touch yet a source of restraint
Finally, possibly, seeing the 'truths' sold to me
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