Of all the stories that have ever been written
I've been assailed, right off the page
Winter fell across the floor in silence
I just stopped and wondered why

Well it's a cold and strange sad situation
Off the shores, tossed by by the waves
My every other word misunderstood why
I'd ever speak out loud again

Clinging on so tight
I bled my hands
I draw the shades
And hang my head [bad word] 
All the simple things
Essential to me
You cast aside
To go and be alone

You can't see the way I grieve
Love's the air I need to breathe
I hope you understand
Just need to find myself again

I see no choice but leaving
So tired of flying alone

On the battlefield
You were never there beside me
Who will I be if I recover from this

I'm not the enemy
There's so much good inside me
The real you left and never came back home

Round and round, oh
There is a rhythm where
Two hearts should meet

sense [bad word] and
point [bad word] ground
To have and then to hold and then to cry
And then to break upon the waves

You see me through dark eyes
That color me wrong
Immersed inside the world
Where charity dies

And what of all that talk of
How two [bad word] one and
I hope you understand
Just need to find some grace again

There seems to be no reason
Rejected off and away

On the battlefield
You were never there beside me
Who will I be should I recover from this

There are no enemies
Just death of love inside me
The bitter [bad word] of this [bad word] back home