a burning bridge   staging a traffic jam   intention stained upon expression   eyes the skys darkest clouds   constipated mountains   of condensation      at the start there was innocence    breaks my heart doesn't make no sense   just start again that's the recompense   just learning to fly      in a sense   its innocence   its my only defence   on a guilt trip    and being held hostage   i'll wrap my heart around you   i'll wrap my arms around you   falling down the stairs      see this chair see this empty room   there's my heart   there's my open wound   'cause the end always comes too soon   just try to get by      i'll wrap my heart around you   i'll wrap my arms around you   falling down the stairs