Red on the carpet floor
Is all forgiven or forever stored
In each lie we tell
And in each silence that we choose not to fill
Truth is a part of me died
When you said "I don't really want to be alive "
Time stood still
And it hasn't really moved since


As the torrents bend the tired pines
I cave in to what I can't make right
My shield, my shroud
Does it clear or does it cloud?
My shield, my shroud
Does it clear or does it cloud?
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper

Your sorrow, your martyrdom
Lord knows I harbour some of the same darkness in my mind
Now the spaces seem to grow between the light
Frightened, fearful words, all that you swear
You believe, you didn't deserve all you decry
Well it's all been burned so deep inside my mind


As the torrents bend the tired pines
I cave in to what I can't make right
My shield, my shroud
Does it clear or does it cloud?
My thread, my way out
My only hope and all my doubt
My breaker, my keeper


I was a shoe horn, I was a crowbar
I was your Ohio Blue Tip
I was your old man, I was a best friend
I was there and that is all
I was a shoe horn, I was a crowbar
I was your Ohio Blue Tip
I was your old man, I was a best friend
That was then and that is all

My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper
My breaker, my keeper