I could count the stars

Wait until the dawn

I could cry tears of honey

Sweet as the hummingbird's song

I could drift away

Walking paths I'd never thought to follow

I could meet someone new

Feed them love and make them swallow

You are mayhem and quiet

You are roses and riots

I don't know where to start without you

Even though I'm beginning to doubt you

You say everything that I need to hear

Ghost-like words that drift around the atmosphere

You linger even when you're supposed to be dead

You always did say things that you wanted unsaid

Loving an artist is hard when it's only in bed

'Cause I was always more beautiful inside your head