The Conversation - Mat Kearney/Young Summer

You've been running

With the ghost again

Singing

It's all gonna fall like

We're living a lie

You've been tearing up

These walls again

Ain't no place left here

For a girl to hide

You know I tell you

Just like it is

Gonna walk that far

In the scars of another guy

And I'm not gonna give up

All of this

Ain't no room left here

For me to fly

And if our love is a hurricane

Broken phones and broken doors

Baby you know

I can stand the rain

Let it lift us off the floor

You use your words

Just like a criminal

Kinda like a bullet from a gun

Well that shadow

Found me years ago

I've been bought

I've been shot

With a lawless love

If our love is a hurricane

Broken phones

And broken doors

Baby you know

I can stand the rain

Let it lift us off the floor

Build it up

Tear it down

Let it fall right

To the ground

All the words

That we could bleed

Let it fly

Just you and me

Wasted pride

It comes in like

The rolling tide

We don't have

To give up this fight

But it's too late

To give up tonight

If our love is a hurricane

Broken phones

And broken doors

Baby you know

I can stand the rain

Let it lift us off the floor