Lyrics:

There's not too many people that I really call my friends
And every path I take comes to an end
I might draw near before I slip out like a thief
The only reason I arrive is to leave

I will find desperation in the middle of this peace
And I will be your friend, but friend, I wouldn't count on me
For I will sell your trust that I didn't even earn
And I won't be happy with this bridge 'til I can sit and watch it burn

CHORUS
You are the fisherman
I am the storm
You become a baby when I hold you in my arms
You are a vessel floating upon my sea
And my waves are crashing
And I cannot hear you scream

I know that you have given everything you could
To a brain that willed, but a heart that never ever would
For it is lost, unsure, afraid and it is blind
And it will claim you were never on its side

CHORUS

I am a cold front and you are a rosebud
I am a salt mine and you are a deep cut
I am a flood wave and you are a nutshell
You are an ice patch and I am the sun
I am a sharp nail and you are a bare foot
I am a thumb tack and you are a tire
I am a fire, I am a tall cliff
I am a tall cliff and every man falls