Hope As Scripted Conversation

That you ever blessed me with a thought,
a tear, a memory means more to me than you could ever
realise. I was grasping for a hold
and tearing out my teeth
and one by one you bent to pick up.
And everyday since, I have come to learn:
so far away but have comfort in the storm.
We’ll bury (bury) hatchets in broken skin.
That you ever blessed me with a thought,
a tear, a memory means more to me than you could ever
realise. I was grasping for a hold
and tearing out my teeth
and one by one you bent to pick up.
And everyday since, I have come to learn:
so far away but have comfort in the storm.
We know the waves won’t beat that hard for long.
So far away but you comfort in the storm.
We’ll bury (bury) hatchets in broken skin.
In on another we’ll struggle on.
It means more to me than you could ever…
We’ll paint with numbers (in colour code)
but there’s more to this than we could ever…
We’ll bury hatchets in broken skin.
We know we’re right, though all reason
will say we’re not
but I know that we’ll see through the seasons.