I had heard around that you spoke of honesty and honestly, it's never been me to say what I mean. You’ve got nothing on me.
If I don’t find what I’m looking for, if I can’t find what I’m looking for, but what if I find what I’m looking for?
"Let this rain come through my room, may it flood these floors, may it bust through these doors. Let it crack this foundation to its core, let this home find it’s rest, let this shambles burn bright and let these winds have their say. Let me have my best night."
You heard well about me, how my body’s got nothing on me.