alive

John Mark Mcmillan

All my skin like porcelain
Crack beneath the pressure of your hands again
I guess I've been thinking that its been to long
Sense I fell down hard
And bled my heart all over you
But maybe I never recovered from the last one

What if I could be
Something more than me
They say that I got a disease
Of the human kind
Maybe all I know is
In your arms and in your eyes
I'm more than alive

Well all I have to say
About these serious days
And the condition of my heart
Is there both still as much a mystery to me
And they both get so hard
When I forget what its like just to die in your eyes
And when I live just to live n your arms
Well they say that a man can never go home
But I just can't get out of your front yard

What if I could be
Something more than me
They say that I got a disease
Of the human kind
Maybe all I know is
In your arms and in your eyes
I'm more than alive