Love is in the eyes of the beholder, I Used to keep a lighthouse lit for you Hoping there’s a chance you would stay sober and Find your way back home without the booze
In this deep hole of shame I've got secrets buried In this deep hole of shame There is no one to call
Love is in the eyes of the beholder, I’ve Kept the clouds at distance from the blue Hoping there’s a chance we’d change it over Picking up the pieces and make do
Love is in the eyes of the beholder, I Used to keep a lighthouse lit for you Hoping there’s a chance you would stay sober but It’s not up to me to guide you through
We were fighting but it's over now Picking pieces off the ground Once so reckless but I’m older now Picking pieces off the ground
