Souls crossing, sing out loud. Letting out these silent shots. Fragile spaces sway and swell, color filling up their shells.
(chorus) This is, this is my heart, begging to be torn apart. The blood is on both our hands and I'm wondering, am I part of your plans.
Face pressed, pressed to the wind, my step fall heavy, fight begins. The monsters screech outside these doors, the fear that welches through my pours.
A love lies thick in the air between, a static signal finding me. Turning hands have shut me out. Yet your bold words are riddled with doubt.
This is, this is my heart