She found the lost boy, eyes that are crying closes
Glad to be unhappy, boy gives her dying roses
Ecstatic agony and nights of arousing glories
Hungry hearts and hands that tell ten thousand stories
Open wounds and the one word that filed under
Her endless eyes have known hardship and wild wonder
Kisses that cure and moments that cured the kiss
Under a spell and maybe there's no words for this
He sees fire and feels new bones grow
Halfway around the world and only a stone's throw
Deep breath and what it tries to imply
A great big smile that's wide as the sky
Locked in embrace and the threads of the suture
This is how it looks when you see your own future
It feels like a weapon loaded with ammo
Just like the pretty song that kills the piano

Hands that heal, invisibility, believe
Under the water, the inability to breathe
Feels like
And it feels like x3

Almost afraid to say a single word that weighed a ton
Darkest night, off to war, afraid of guns
Handwritten, the ones you bleed truly for
Days like so many empty lockets in the jewelry store
Bats filled the sky and at last read the headline
Books that have been all day waiting for bedtime
Newborn flame, anguish that is graphic
Vulnerable to the wind and on coming traffic
One way streets knowing what to look for
And seein' her sitting on the floor of a bookstore
Ice has memory, watching her undress
Towers of light so pretty and wondrous
Promises made and trying to understand
Laying down in a hidden place and wonderland
The making of brand new memories and recallin'
Upside down and the feeling of free falling

Hands that heal, invisibility, believe
Under the water, the inability to breathe
Feels like
And it feels like x3

Still can't breathe x4

And all girls are called Emily