When we first met your hands were shattered and mine could hardly feel a thing But with sticks, wood and string we tried to mend what was once thought so Broken windows, broken doors, and the nights we spent on bathroom floors Helped us to realize there was substance to those years we looked to leave behind
Because we were left behind We were idle landlines Flowing through ghost cities like veins That couldn’t keep these hearts alive Always return to walk away We lost the nerve, we lost our faith Hanging up these paintings of young love On the walls we built together, alone
We were kids caught stealing something we both knew we’d never need But if we’d listened to those lessons we would have never saw each other in the way our fingers bleed
But can we really Say that we wished things turned out differently Because if all our dreams came true There would have been nothing left to fix I think what kept us up at night is what drew both of us in
We were kids looking for something that came with clarity in dreams If we spent less time with our eyes closed we would have seen we’ve got all that we need