The line that ties me

The walls are talking and the only person who can hear me is nearly gone.
I stand by your bedside, on the edge of words
That i can't say, for the fear that i might fall.
Maybe i'm afraid that the pictures that i paint,
Won't capture the beauty of you.
And the last thing that you hear is the silence in your ears,
As i sink beneath the weight of it all.

I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.

Your smile as you wither, is as pretty as the picture,
You wouldn't sell to the lady next door.
You tell me music and art, it doesn't have a price,
It's for the heart, i should give it away,
Use it for the freedom of us all.

I could call you my lover, call you a beast,
Call you the island, where faith doesn't reach.
Call you a lion, call you a man,
You're the line that ties me to things.
I don't understand.