Bebo Norman – Picture of Things

Deep in the night

Far past the point of slumber

I was wrapped in a love

It was woven fine

And it pulled me under

And I, I didn’t want to leave her

And I didn’t want to treat her

Like the story of my life

Just like that night

Love was fading fast

Leaving me cold inside

And where is that part

That houses all my fear

And which is the road that I take from here

Where is this world, where is this world

Where is my seam to find the picture of things

Just down my road in that place

Would quickly go by

I found, in a world of its own

A secret flower

And I didn’t know why

But I, I didn’t want to leave it

But I knew I couldn’t keep it

Somewhere in this desert heart of mine

And miles away I’m out of breath

And I’m outta my mind

And where is that part

That houses all my fear

And which is the road that i take from here

And where is this world, where is this world

Where is my seam to find the picture of things

And I know that time will come

And when all the words are said

And I know that time will be

When I consider my source instead of me

So pay no mind

No its just feel I guess

I’m just lonley

So i’m holding you agian

I’m just lonely

So i’m holding you again

I’m just lonely

So i’m holding you again