Carry Me Over

Consider me: Martyr for the temple of your skin.

Consider me stoned by the hands I've made.

So, why do I always come here? Why do I always call?

In dirty little promises of new found glory,

You bleach the bones of a dead-end boy.

So, why do I always come here? Why do I always call?

Discover some reason stuck inside of my dry mouth.

Come cover the sound of a trembling heart.

Tell me, why do I always come here? Why do I always call? I call.

I will drown in your wishing well, star in your kiss and tell,

Just let me know when it's over.

I will drown in your wishing well. I will star in your kiss and tell hell.

Just let me know when it's over… am I over?

Carry me over, wash it all clean.

Will you carry me over? Lay me down in love-stained lemon sheets.

CHORUS:

I'm walking on broken bottles. I am walking on broken glass.

I am walking on deep black water.

Won't you come carry me, carry me, carry me…

Carry me over.

Carry me over.