(беседы по душам, рассказы про чужое прошлое, светлая грусть) The Only Thing Wor

Waking up is harder than it seems
Wandering through these empty rooms
of dusty books and quiet dreams.
Pictures on the mantle, speak your name.
Softly like forgotten tunes,
just outside the sound of pain.

Weren't we like a pair of thieves,
with tumbled locks and broken codes.
You can not take that from me,
my small reprieves, your heart of gold.

Weren't we like a battlefield,
locked inside a holy war.
You’re lovin’ my due diligence
The only thing worth fighting for.

Change [bad word] to those who have no fear,
but I'm not her,
and you never were the kind
who kept [bad word] near.
What I said was never, what I meant.
And now you’ve seen my world in flames
my shadow songs, my deep regret.

Weren't we like a pair of thieves,
with tumbled locks and broken codes.
You can not take that from me, 
my small reprieves, your heart of gold.

Weren't we like a battlefield,
locked inside a holy war.
You’re lovin’ my due diligence;
The only thing worth fighting for,
The only thing worth fighting for.