Fixing up the Back Room

Counting the days, ladders and crates fixing up the back room Blue from the tip of a paintbrush spilling on the floorboards Fourth of July, just you and I watching from the back porch Glued to the aerial colors, calling them to come to you Come to you And when the amber hit your face I fell apart and into place I took your hand and held it there And made a promise to the air I'm gonna stay, keeping you safe, holed up in our hideout Seventy miles from the house of the monsters I can't lose I'd drop you off, sit in the car, crying with the music loud I knew I was not what you wanted when you told me yourself When you told me yourself But William, the night you came I fell apart and into place I took your hand and held it there And made a promise to the air That I I will make mistakes and hurt you too But you will never doubt my love for you You will never doubt that I love you Counting the days, ladders and crates fixing up the back room