With the Sun

As the sun comes out

The world warms to its touch.

Your face warm with the beat

Of your heart as our hands brush.

You've said I hold

Your heart in my chest,

I fear I might crush it

If I don't hold my breath.

 

Sometimes it all just seems

Hopeless, the hope I have

In you, in us.

Being bound up in this fraying coil

Where all our hearts reside.

Cos the liers are just outside,

And they're knocking to come in.

Some are in our heads,

Some are in our hearts,

Oh, we're bound with immortal threads.

 

As the cold wind blows

I pull you into my arms.

Our warmth will keep this chill

from our hearts, from doing harm.

You've said I hold

Your heart in my hand,

I fear I might crush it

So in this strength I'll stand.

 

Sometimes I think it seems

Hopeless. The hope I have

In you, in us,

Seems bound up in this fraying coil

Where all our hearts reside.

Cos the liers are just outside,

And they're knocking to come in.

Some are in our heads,

Some are in our hearts,

But we're bound with immortal threads.