Byzantine

You gotta say how you feel
I don’t hold that against you girl
I had my words sewn up tight
not to let you down
but you know that i did
okay, i’ll go
thinking of you
hardly smiled
leaving me wounded on trial
if it’s not me that you need
whatever you think i should be
should be, should be
byzantine
like a forest fire burning in the middle of the night
no one sees me burn but the moonlight
and that moon is a witness
his blind eye is holding out
for someone better than me
okay i’ll go
thinking of you
hardly smiled
leaving me wounded on trial
if it’s not me that you need
whatever you think i should be
should be, should be
byzantine
oh, curse this dream
that haunts my body
breaks my soul and leaves
oh, i feel like a spoke
on the spinning wheel of love and hope
should be, should be
oh, should be
byzantine