I walk the tightrope, on my way home.
I walk the fault line, but i'm still alone.

and it's [bad word]  oh it's you.
It's always you.

I still remember, how your lips tasted. [bad word] this December, Oh i'll be wasted.
And it's [bad word] 
Oh it's you.
It's because
all we have is what's left today,
Hearts so pure in this broken place, cause you are, you are..

my Saving Grace

Keep on searching, Keep on searching for me.

I'll Keep on searching, keep on searching for you.

Oh keep on searching, keep on searching for me.

And I'll Keep on searching, keep on searching for you.

Oh, just keep on searching, keep on searching for me.

And i'll keep on searching, keep on searching for you.

Oh, just keep on searching, keep on searching for me.

And i'll keep on searching, keep on searching for you.