Language

Hold me close. I know it’s freezing
Toes are numb
The sun is bleeding through the broken blinds in your free house
Oh, I know it’s moved so quickly
The floor — it shook, you fell into me
Every moment makes me lose my breath
So hold me close in the back room of your house
My lips won’t be the same again
Well, you can take the heart that is beating from my chest and you can take
these memories from my head
As we awoke beside each other, our innocence, it fell asunder and I would see
that light go out again
We were too young to not see clearly, or old enough to finally keep the whole
world outside of our heads?
So hold me close in the back room of your house
My lips won’t feel the same again
Well you can take the heart that is beating from my chest but you will free
these memories from my head
You’re not a failure, you’re not a martyr, you’re not the only one lost at sea
I have seen things that made me stronger and I have felt the shore pining for me
Did I want this? Did I need this?
I’m the one who felt lost at sea
Oh, we’re either lovers or ex-lovers
We cannot escape each other
Language bound us eternally