I'll wait at the gates,
Or is it a fortress?
I'm calling the blame,
Just let me own it.
There are things I thought I could rise above,
And all the things I thought I was better than,
And a coward might call it a conscience,
And a liar might call it the truth -
Nothing could ever make me more frightened,
Than the thought of hurting you.
Watching you float across the isle of sand,
Before the fire works began -
I close my eyes,
And wrap my arms around you.
Do you remember what I whispered love?
Do you remember what I whispered, love?
This is how it's meant to be,
This is where we're supposed to be.
I don't think anyone -
Has ever loved -
Anyone -
The way I loved you.
So I wait at the gates
Of your fortress.
I'm calling the blame,
Won't you let me hold it?
And all the things I thought I could rise above -
I could not.
And all the things I thought I was better than -
I am not.
And a coward might call it a conscience,
And a liar might call it the truth -
Nothing could ever make me more frightened,
Than the thought of hurting you.
How could I hurt you?
Watching you float across the isle of sand,
Before the fireworks began.
I closed my eyes,
And wrapped my arms around you.
Do you remember what I whispered love?
Do you remember what I whispered, love?
This is how it's meant to be,
This is where we're supposed to be.
I don't think anyone -
Could ever love -
Anyone -
The way I love you.
The way I love you.
The way I love you.
This is how it's meant to be,
This is where we're supposed to be.
I don't think anyone -
Could ever love -
Anyone -
The way I love you.
The way I love you.
