So when you know where my parts ache My dear remove your blades And tie my heartstrings back again Until they unwind
How long will my gears turn? How deep will my aim burn
Wait for the sirens to come around again I’ll hide my hands from the rose Wait for them I’ll hide my hands
Will my prints grace every shore? No bounds will break my oars ‘Cause I can see and I can breathe, I’m only hanging overboard So read my lips and fill me in cause I am not done breathing yet
Why sweeten our tongues, if only salt drips from our brow Why fill our own lungs, if not a word will make a sound There’s no coincidence here We wouldn’t climb just to look down Our words will sound
Take your time, I’ll take mine
I know how hard it is to lift up a tired hand That’s wide of the mark and quick in the sand Lift your hand.