The Line That Ties Me Lyrics

The walls are talking
and the only person
who can hear me
is nearly gone.
I stand by your bedside,
on the edge of words
That I can't say,
for the fear that I might fall.
Maybe I'm afraid that
the pictures that I paint,
Won't capture
the beauty of you.
And the last thing that you hear
is the silence in your ears,
As I sink beneath the weight
of it all.
I could call you my lover,
call you a beast,
Call you the island,
where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion,
call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.
Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture,
You wouldn't sell to the lady next door.
You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price,
It's for the heart, I should give it away,
Use it for the freedom of us all.
I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.