MENDING

We built up
From the ground
With steady work
This love we found

Mended the walls
Thickened our skin
Each passing day
The paint wears thin

So maybe it's time
This love has flown
There's no such thing
As a finished home

We could paint
And we could sand
All that remains
Are calloused hands

And once again
The cracks appear
Needing care
We've persevered

And so
We move along
On Sunday night
We patch the holes

Complain about
Our hollow souls
Every day
It starts again

Tell me now
Does that make sense?
The end's the start
Of where we go

This story's ours
And ours alone
But let's pave a path
To somewhere new

I'll build a life
Just not with you

On Sunday night
We patch the holes
Complain about
Our hollow souls

Every day
It starts again
I just don't see
How that makes sense?

The end's the start
Of where we go
This story's ours
And ours alone

Let's pave a path
To somewhere new
I'll build a life
Just not with you