Through the cracks in my sight I saw you coming back to my side, I bathe my tired hands in your skin and through you I feel more alive than living itself.
I could only call out through every night I cried alone as I knew only you could save me from that memory.
Never far enough from pain for it not to matter anymore, but I can be beneath the wings you give me, I can be holding on, holding you.
And when I finally get back to lay beside you I will tell you all the words I gathered in the time we were apart and you'll help me arrange them into sense, and guide me out into the morning sun to sing my song aloud to every passing bird and every fallen man.
I could only call out through every night I cried alone as I knew only you could save me from that memory.
Never far enough from pain for it not to matter anymore, but I can be beneath the wings you give me, I can be holding on, holding you.
And when I finally get back to lay beside you I will tell you all the words I gathered in the time we were apart and you'll help me arrange them into sense, and guide me out into the morning sun to sing my song aloud to every passing bird and every fallen man.