Hand on my heart
I will always come to you
Bite my tongue, I
Slight my shadow to approve
We'll always have the house on threes
Hold myself here
I will always be true
Eyes towards the stormy sky
Lies you cast will come for you
Distorted truths and dreams of death, never learned to hold my breath
Shattered glass I overgrew, cut it out with my own tools
Roll against the rising tide
Guide the children to the sea
Side eyed bluff the long games hand
We'll always have the house on three
Hand on my heart
I will always check my soul
Eyes upon the open plain
Save me from the winter's cold
Roll against the rising tide
Guide the children to the sea
Side eyed bluff the long games hand
We'll always have the house on three
Confrontation sinks just like a rock down in my gut
Words thoughts that stir me square like roots among the ruts
Scream in dreams but words are choked, I only act like this with you
Don't trespass your own alarms, cut out grass you overgrew
We'll always have the house on three