Two lovers stuck in a sweet embrace, Hoping to never move or change, In the lost love and dust of a summer home, Two people growing up and getting old.
And in the light of a thousand eyes, I never want to lose you tonight. And all the lovers are civilized, But they'll never be the one just to hold you tight. And if I ever hold you again, I'll hold you tight enough to crush your veins.
I hope your heart's good and strong, If you find yourself in my arms. I hope your heart's good and strong, If you find yourself in my arms.
Two lovers stuck in a sweet embrace, Hoping to never lose the race, As the wind travels into the little bones, From a mouth speaking screaming in hushed tones.
And if I fly away to the coast, Your face it haunts me more than most. And if I ever hold you again, I'll hold you tight enough to crush your veins. And you will die and become a ghost, And haunt me 'til my pulse also slows.
I hope your heart's good and strong, If you find yourself in my arms. I hope your heart's good and strong, If you find yourself in my arms. I hope your heart's good and strong, If you find yourself in my arms.