As if there’s a place to go
Where sun splits the fog
And your honest hand is in mine
That sparrow meant to fly away
The road meant to freeze
The storm meant to devastate
You meant to leave
Wrap your head around that one, hope.
Sometimes I wonder if night is the healing time
Or just time to realize how crazy the moon is
To rebuild the walls and floors and ceilings
On this haphazard home of love
Dreaming's gotten me this far
Don’t dare leave me now
Not while im still believing in you
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