With her, my arms are never empty, yet my eyes are never dry and I feel as if I should weigh these two things. Is one worth the other? Is this corner
Sinking in the words We're in over our heads The hardest words to say Are ones that should've long been said We make the hardest sounds We say goodbye
We roll the windows down to feel the air The sun is falling low again We watch the darkness coming through the trees and find our hands together again
Hand in hand We can stand And bring back The fallen plans again Say it's over now Head in hands A guilty place You can't hide from Your own disgrace
