Such Small Hands
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I thought I heard the door open, oh no,
Thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.
I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.
I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.
I think I saw you in my sleep, lover,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn't keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.
I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling,
Likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you'll hear me in the street lights, humming,
Softly breathing out your name
I know that even with the seams stitched, darling,
Scars will remain.
I say we scrape them from each other, darling,
And let them wash off in the rain
And when they run into the river, oh no,
Let the water not complain
I swear that even with the distance, slowly,
Wearing out your name
Your hands still catch the light the right way
And our hearts still beats the same.
And our hearts still beat the same.