Frequency

Maybe I'm over-exaggerating fiction to realists
Who wouldn't buy a word I'd ever try to sell them, but
You - you on the other hand,
Could sell a blind man books to read
Because you tell him that's how it's meant to be.
You have that unintrigued awe that buries castles into sand
Throwing instruments of thought about like confetti at the gallows, and...

Baby, I have underestimated the weight of your decisions
Cuz it's breaking down walls in this cell
These windows are shattered and sharp to the touch now
Cuz you've just gone and broken the trust from the ground.
It's shaking and splitting directly beneath us
And I'm not sure if I wanna stay with safety or you.