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