Once a week, I lock the doors and I draw the curtains
If it wasn't for you it would be like this all the time
Why does smiling not suit me?
Why does a frown seem to befit my face?
You say it's the other way around

There is a saved place in this dark
There is an end and then a start
And in my hand
I won't
And in my blood
Help you
And in my heart
From love
And in my room
You do
And in my hand
I won't
And in my blood
Make you
And in my heart
Come here
And in my room
With you

There is a seed sown good and here
There is a growing out of fear
And in my hand
I won't
And in my blood
Help you
And in my head
If I won't
And in my room
You do
And in my care
And I won't
And in my blood
Make you
And in my head
Come here
And in my room
With you

How sweet the sound
-And it's easier said than done
How sick we found
-I really do appreciate what you're trying to do for me
How sweet the sound
-Sometimes you just got to let me find out for myself
How sick we found
-And I know that you do, but I worry you'll just get fed up with me
-And things will just go back to the way they used to be

There is a saved place in this dark
There is an end and then a start
And in your hand
I won't
And in your blood
Help you
And in your heart
If I won't
And in your room
You do
And in your hand
And I won't
And in your blood
Make you
And in your heart
Come here
And in your room
With you

How sweet the sound, how sick we've found
How sweet the sound, how sick we've found
How sweet the sound, how sick we've found
How sweet the sound, how sick we've found
How sweet the sound, how sick we've found
How sweet the sound, how sick we've found

How sweet the sound, how sick we've found

Once a week, I lock the doors and I draw the curtains
If it wasn't for you it would be like this all the time
Why does smiling not suit me?
Why does a frown seem to befit my face?
You always say it's the other way around