Made of Words

I know a song you used to sing
I know a thing you used to say you loved
I know what you are thinking of
I know it’s sad, but most of all — I know it’s true
Don’t hang yourself on what they said
When you were everybody’s scapegoat
It’s such a very thin, thin line
Between your bad days and your fine
I’ll stare into the sun until I see you
Reach your loveful hands down to me
Sunshine in armour made of words
I’ll stare into the sun until it hurts