Salt and Pepper

Such days exist to betray my hope
And such messengers became good friends
To a shock, breathed in familiarity
But all that's done is a lie within

So I will tell myself now
Love is a white building, in which I want to lock myself
A home in which I won't leave
Because love doesn't believe if you fight

Such delicate framework has shown me this
And voices rung in my head through screens
Embodied by love, everything there is
But the truth is found in this blood

So if truth becomes this very thing
Then come home with hands held on
Until this wisping wind throws me away
And I show you what was revealed to me