Cold had I calloused Walls were raised to bear the weight I'd not take Too slow were my senses Muted musings lost their way; disconnected Only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark Gasping for air with the lungs of a lark So warm was your welcome Humble in its embrace Tell me, just how did you save me? Pull me up from the grave? Though my youth did mislead, I would retreat to you Right back to your arms with my spirit aglow Where the pains of the past exit en masse through you Too lost when we part, with the lungs of a lark I (Far removed from myself) Had denied what I lost when my heart had withdrawn to the fray (In a whimsical way) I would flee from a truth I could bury in youth You (You would have me) You would have me if I'd fallen again Would you bring me back out of the dark With my lungs of a lark Cold have I calloused But these walls are coming down