The Build

Hold me close, I love your hands
Thunder cracks like the old mans back
We saw the road collapse
Holding on to our old plans
They stole my bag from the car
They stole the shells out of my shoe
I had so many plans for the heart
I had so many plans for you
Hold me close I love your hands
The lightening frightens the old girl again
She has given about all she can
Hanging on to our old plans
They stole my bag from the car
They stole everything for you
We had so many plans at the start
And I had so many plans for you