Haven

We tore my shirt just back from school
And in an old beginning we found something new
Through a single slot the sun lit the room
I watched it rise to your eyes
But you just slept right through
And I knew then I’d do anything to never leave the
Room
Your spine leads my hands as I count the
Indentations
Oh you shake like bare arms on a street
When puddles crack beneath our feet
Both reflecting our ideals and resolutions and our
Fears
But in the haze I see you clear
You’re a rush of colour in a fifties film
You’re a prisoner’s hands on a moving train
And I’m tied to you
I’m tied to you
I’m tied to you