I need a place to burry my dirt
But would you stay if maybe,
If maybe I buried it within your heart?
I’m the kind of man that keeps falling
Collecting scars invisible to the eye.
Yet my heart’s still longing and calling.
I’ve done things in the absence of light
Created permanent silhouettes in my soul
So would you stay if my star wasn’t as bright?
Would you stay if I told you my darkest nights?
Solomon
