I wrote this after sejarah.

I’ll take you just the way you are: imperfect words inside the perfect song. All these heroes come and go – you’re still standing. Sometimes it feels like we’ve run out of luck and the signal keeps on breaking up. When you find you, come back to me. Stars in the sky are the stars in my eyes – it’s the cost of getting out of here alive. Missing keys, bloody nose: consequences of what I chose. And all those promises I shouldn’t have made; I did it for you. So lie to me and tell me that it’s gonna be alright. Lie to me and tell me that we’ll make it through the night. They throw the stones and bricks and bones - “He didn’t stand a chance,” they said. All that we had planned, was it nothing more than noise inside my head? When all you know seems so far away and everything is temporary, rest your head. I’m permanent. Say goodbye to the cold and try to forgive everything this night. You’re a broken bride and we all know we can win you over with just a kiss on the neck. And I’m out on the edge of forever, ready to run. Keeping my arms open wide, face to the sun. When your smile becomes the reason I breathe, and your eyes become the motive to see, can you breathe tonight?

"It's a progression of sorts" - David Cook on his debut major label album.