you are in high relief
i have carved you out from the marble of your beliefs
i can see your cracks so clearly now
are you crumbling on my account

i won't let you fall away

you are shard of glass
the one we shattered when we were drunk off our asses
we were afraid to set foot on the floor
so we were trapped in bed unable to get to the door

i won't let you fall away

   it's your saving grace
   you are iron to my yielding face
   i can't let anyone else take your place
   i don't hold that key and i've caving in

and i only deny my feelings for you
while you deny all of our pitchings and reelings too
now i'm overboard
you won't save me, you won't hang on anymore

but i won't let you fall away