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
