In The Quiet

do you see my eyes losing interest, wandering about

someone always seems to take your place

can lighting strike the same place twice in my heart

as it does when you speak

i need that fire to burn in me

tell me, will it be

disguising plans i've made before

learning what i was made for

desire is trampled by my faults

but somehow, in the quiet you make sense

will you fall on me

like you did before

oh, you've watched me in my youth

when i thought you didn't need to

you knew best