i'd paint you pictures all night long, & tell you tales of our every song. to let you know that you're the reason why i'm home. where i could quote a page of poetry, to show you what you mean to me. and we'd go falling somewhere faster knowing we don't want to ever fall at all.
just don't think that this will be easy - saying that you love me. lying tongues are clumsy. and don't speak, with one more word would kill me, saying that you love me. lying tongues are clumsy. and who am i to say that every breath we take wont be another pointless kiss we gave away?
and what we love we burn, it's from the ashes we all yearn. to be the phoenix that rises up from the flames.

so don't speak, for one more word will kill me. saying that you love me, just proves that lying tongues are clumsy.