You open upnTo say you're feeling alrightnWe're pictures on the wallnYou'll figure out, that feeling here is alrightnWe're still frames in the hall.nnBut it's not that hardnnCould you save me from?nCould you be there for me?nCould you wake me from?nCould you be my thief?nnThese summer stars are fading outnYour silhouette reminds me nownOff all the things I wish I could have saidnSo picturesque in black print dressnYour darkened hair a perfect messnI'd touch you if my hands could only trynnBut it's not that hardnnCould you save me from?nCould you be there for me?nCould you wake me from?nCould you be my thief?nnJust open upnYou said you'd open upnI wish you'd open upnWhy can't you open upnnCould you save me from?nCould you be there for me?nCould you wake me from?nCould you be my thief?