The Collection - Jericho lyrics

Everything inside me seems to be white and bright and gleaming You can take the dirtiest and paint them white I wanted to stay that pure so everyone could come inside and turn to gold and turn love But we can burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds And let the smallest things come in pretend they are right I would let myself go blind, would let myself go deaf Be a cripple in your sight, to keep you in my chest O, to keep you in my chest You have marched around walls seven times with trumpet calls But they don't fall, no, they won't even budge at all You can't get much closer to me when you're already inside of me you don't leave, you don't We can burn a hole inside our chests just with our minds And let the smallest things come in and pretend they are right When you don't leave much, but you don't stay much, it seems like it is right I would let myself go blind, would let myself go deaf Be a cripple in your sight to keep you in my chest O, to keep you in my chest