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

Picking pieces

Picking pieces off the ground