

(ahhhh) We painted corners in golden thread
Believed in every word you said
Coffee cups on the windowsill The morning calm,
so soft and still
I swear the floor never felt so light We swore we'd never
fear the night
Gravity was just a word we threw away
Watching colors fade
into brittle gray
It felt like heaven on the way up Golden honey in a
broken cup Now the floor gives in,
the timbers crack No soft landing,
no turning back We built a glass tower in the sky Just
to watch it shatter from so
high
Now I'm picking up the jagged pieces off the rug
Wondering where we pulled the plug
The sweetest promises turned to stone
In a crowded room,
but we're stone alone
Looking at the frame where
the picture fell
Gravity was waiting patiently
below
For the sudden wind to blow
It felt like heaven on the way up Golden honey in a
broken cup Now the floor gives in,
the timbers crack No soft landing,
no turning back We built a glass tower in the sky Just
to watch it shatter from so high
(watch it all fall
down)
It was perfect for a second,
wasn't it?
Before the seams began to split
(wasn't
it?)
Golden honey
on the floor
We don't live up
there no more
(no more)