My love is running low on you
You're tired of falling well I'm tired too
Tired too
Your love is a poisoned tree
It's fruit tasted sweetly but
No longer tastes of me
Your love is a haunted home
Where crickets go quiet and
Rooms are full of ghosts, not of me
My love
My love
Your love is a treacherous creek
Waters lie tranquil
But currents run real deep
Your love is a long muddy road
Fresh footprints tell stories
Of those who came before, before me
My love
My love
