If you want me to stay here I will

I'll be patient

And I'll hate it

Caught in your landslides but I'll be here still

Still, still as the wake of a storm

If I want you to listen you will

You'll be quiet

You'll despise it

Caught in the same game we'll play it until

You're too tired to play anymore

Both of us turning into

Shadows we ought to cut loose

Delicate dark in this room

Will I break first or will you

If we changed I was looking away

Didn't notice

Now I notice

Sun on the ceiling won't outlast the day

How little we see of it now

Both of us turning into

Shadows we ought to cut loose

Delicate dark in this room

Will I break first or will you

Both of us turning into

Shadows we ought to cut loose

Delicate dark in this room

Will I break first or will you