| I am a sculpture carved from stone
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| Waiting for you to come back home
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| Two years, I have been waiting
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| Every day I fold my hands and start begging
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| Your paralysis is constant but so is this simple truth:
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| I am a sculpture carved from stone
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| Waiting for you to come back home
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| I’m sleeping in scattered fragments
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| Killing time before your return
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| They can’t tell me when you’ll wake up
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| But I know you can hear my words
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| I’d cut my heart out
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| Just so you could see another sky filled with light
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| They tell me to let you go
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| That you are a ghost living inside a shell of someone I once loved
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| Two days, I haven’t seen sleep
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| See, it’s hard when my eyes burn and I can’t breathe
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| My paralysis is constant but so is this simple truth:
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| As long as your heart keeps beating
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| I’ll be here until I cease breathing
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| They can’t tell me when you’ll wake up
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| But I know you can hear my words
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| I’d cut my heart out
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| Just so you could see another sky filled with light
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| They tell me to let you go
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| That you are a ghost living inside a shell of someone I once loved
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| I am a sculpture carved from stone
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| Waiting for you to come back home
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| You can’t just leave
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| Not after making all these memories
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| The days and nights we spent
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| They’re haunting me
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| But they’re the only things that keep me going
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| I am a sculpture carved from stone
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| Waiting for you to come back home
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| I’d cut my heart out
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| Just so you could see another sky filled with light
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| But I’ll never let you go
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| You’re not a ghost living in a shell of someone I once loved |