Show Me How Lyrics

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

Well it's a young artist's masterpiece that grows silly with age

It's a poem you read when they said the dead men are turning the page

And it's the call of splitting cell inside a half frozen dream

Sometimes it gets hard to tell if I mean what I mean

Well I want you to show up at my door at three am

With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen

Full of blood and water straight from the vine

Where we both were born in another time

At the edge of a lake by a holy beach

With two naked hearts that still could reach

To a place where they are from a place where they've been

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I can't take the hypocrisy when I look in the mirror

There's no such thing as democracy in this circle of fear

And there's no map to paradise in the icicle night

Just let me just catch a glimpse of you and I'll be feeling alright

Well I want you to show up at my door at three am

With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen

Full of blood and water straight from the vine

Where we both were born in another time

At the edge of a lake by a holy beach

With two naked hearts that still could reach

From a place where they are to a place where they've been

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

It's getting harder to look at you without looking at me

Well after everything you've been through I'd be climbing a tree

And if it weren't for these asphalt tears that keep me chained to the street

I'd be throwing away these fears and falling straight at your feet

Well I want you to show up at my door at three am

With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen

Full of blood and water straight from the vine

Where we both were born in another time

By the edge of a lake by a holy beach

With two naked hearts that still could reach

From the place where they're are to a place where they've been

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

It's a young artist's masterpiece that grows silly with age

It's a poem you read when they said the dead men are turning the page

And it's the call of splitting cell inside a half frozen dream

Sometimes it gets hard to tell if I mean what I mean

See I want you to show up at my door at three am

With a bottle of rum and a dripping pen

Full of blood and water straight from the vine

Where we both were born in another time

At the edge of a lake by a holy beach

With two naked hearts that still could reach

From a place where they are to a place where they've been

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me

I want you to show me how to love again

How to love again

How to love again

I want you to show me how to love again

I want you to show me how to love again