Ok here's the final version, probably.

[Verse 1]
In the empty pitch black where the air is dead cold
I wander these halls in silence, forever alone
Porcelain fingers trace cracks in my soul
Hairline fractures eating through the bone
Your name tastes like summer on a tongue made of dust
I say it and reach for a life I can’t touch
With this heart that still beats in a cage lined with rust
Though the rest of me crumbled away to a husk

[Chorus]
Oh Channing, my light in a world made of stone
I'd die every night just to stand in your glow
But your eyes never fall where these shadows have grown
And my love for you, Channing, is all that I've known