The dust settles slow... On the floorboards I know... An empty house with the coffee still hot... Your chair kicked back from the table... I wore the armor till it rusted through... Now there's nothing left to prove... No more hiding places left to find... Just this weight I'm leaving behind... The truth ain't pretty, but it's mine... No more hiding places... this time... Walked out of the wreckage, one last glance... At the scuff marks from our last dance... The stories I told myself just fell apart... There's gravel in the tear of my heart... No more hiding places left to find... Just this weight I'm leaving behind... The truth ain't pretty, but it's mine... No more hiding places... this time... White flag up... the basement noise clears... I see the dents from all the wasted years... My hands won't stop shaking... No more hiding places left to find... Just this weight I'm leaving behind... The truth ain't pretty, but it's mine... No more hiding places... this time... The wooden thump... the honest sound... Of nothing left but solid ground...
