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 rooom

I watched it rise to you're eyes

But you just slept right through

And i knew then I'd do anything to never leave the roomYour 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 clearYou're a rush of colour in a fifties film

You're a prisoners hands on a moving train

And I'm tied to you

I'm tied to you

I'm tied to you