The mark of my pen, where should I begin I am the ink and the ink is running thin There's a weight on my chest, not atop but within Begging me each day to stop and give in Like an ocean of water, cold, black, and dim I am the ink and the ink is running thin It's running thin, it's running thin I am the glue that holds this house together Cracked and faded through all the years I've measured My success as a man on my every endeavor Falling short once again, comfort no pleasure Alone in the dark, I wait out the weather Cause I am the glue, but this house is not together I am the sun as the last light his the sea I shine for a moment until night consumes me I search for salvation, but they won't let me be I'm nothing to know one, try to set these thoughts free My mind a dead forest, my heart a hollow tree I am the sun and the last light hits the sea And that is where I'll live, and will forever be Held by nights captivity So when the sunbeam shines for your eyes to see Know that I am the sun and the last light hits the sea It's hit the sea