And the pictures frames are facing down i'm running from the truth distorted images of you   and you'll insist that you were right when the facts show you were wrong i'm holding my ground       you think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time..   there's got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.       and the shadows crowd these careless thoughts to you I can't describe and you're always on my mind    I did it all for love, that's what she said... and the end is on it's way       you think this is some sort of game and you need to get your story straight right now, this time..   there's got to be a better way you hang the suit to fit the frame right now, this time.       This is my sanctuary if you want my trust just tell me can't solve the problem when there's nothing wrong       this starts a brand new morning wake up to hear the warning we can't ignore it when it's been so long    Throw open windows and the doors i'll give my best you'll ask for more what we put together you'll just pull apart    I raise my voice you still don't hear it's becomming harder to stay sincere can't put behind us what we never left. My knife, your throat...