This was an accident, not the kind were

This was an accident, not the kind were 
 sorrow sounds, 
Never even noticed were suddenly crumbling. 

Tell me how you've never, felt delicate or 
 innocent, 

Do u still have doubts that us having faith 
 makes any sense. 
Tell me nothing ever comes rationale or 
 breaking down. 
Still somebody loses cause theirs no way to 
 turn around, 
Staring at your photograph everything now in 
 the past 
Never felt so lonely I wish that you could 
 show me love. 

Chorus: 
Show me Love, till you open the door. 
Show me Love, Show me Love, till I'm up off 
 the floor. 
Show me Love, till it's inside my pores. 
Show me Love, till I'm screaming for more. 

Random acts of mindlessness, common place 
 occurrences, 
Chances of surprises, another state of 
 consciousness' 
Yell me nothing ever comes rationale or 
 breaking 
 down 
Still somebody loses cause theirs no way to 
 turn 
 around, 
Tell me how you've never felt delicate or 
 innocent, 

Do you still have doubts that us having 
 faith makes any sense, 
You play games I play tricks, girls and 
 girls but you're the one, 
Like a game of pick up sticks played by 
 [bad word] lunatics.