Dying Fear

Running through a field
Golden as the sun
You were telling me how
I lost you to the gun
So playing on the rooftops
And swimming past the break
Chaos has consumed you
Wild 'til the grave
But you played with your hair and said that you didn’t care
And your look was colder with every stare
So where, love, should I go from here?
Do I keep on throwing stones until you disappear?
Who, love, should I go to here?
Do I keep on forcing breath into this dying fear?
So looking past the windows
Taller than the treets
You demand the questions
But can’t provide a thing
So pretty as a picture
But lighter on your feet
Oh, you profess the answers
As long as I don’t see, hey
It’s a crazy dance, but what’s life without the fun?
And it’s never harder than the moment that you gotta run, so run
So where, love, should I go from here?
Do I keep on throwing stones until you disappear?
Who, love, should I go to here?
Do I keep on forcing breath into this dying fear?
This dying—
I can’t take back the times I swore I’d never change
'Cause after a love like yours, it’s hard to stay the same
Between the two of us, I’d always take your side
But that’s a testament to all my broken pride
My pride
So where, love, should I go from here?
Do I keep on throwing stones until you disappear?
Who, love, should I go to here?
Do I keep on forcing breath into this dying fear?
This dying—