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Waking moments spent with splinters in my throat |
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There with our wounds open we stood bleeding the heart dry |
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Facing the water, hoping for wings to carry us towards daybreak and never let hope die |
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Then the tow giants came falling down |
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Took even the unspoken and threw it all away |
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Thought it would take a lifetime to hid everything away to make the heart whole |
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And every day without fail I held my heart in my hands |
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Slowly turning pale |
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Hoping it would miss a beat |
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One too many and rot away |
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Just hold me for a second now |
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Let's not say a word |
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Let me catch my breath, dear |
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And hold it before it escapes |
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One last time |
