Youre sinking all my ships Youre climbing all my fences The breach in my defenses
Like the sun against the morning You set your face against the doors in All the houses where I run And Im laying down my guns
And Ill lose my head and throne
You fill the hollows of the halls In the houses where I walk Youre hanging pictures on the walls
In the houses where I haunt Youre standing on my harbor Youre landing on my shore
On the brink of kingdom come And Im standing in the flood And Im laying down my guns
And Ill lose my head and throne
You fill the hollows of the halls In the houses where I walk Youre hanging pictures on the walls In the houses where I haunt
[Love can break your bones More from John Mark Mcmillan