The Line That Ties Me

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