Words, playing me deja vu, Like a radio tune I swear I’ve heard before,
Chill, is it something real, Or the magic I’m feeding off your fingers
(Can’t ever keep from falling apart.. at the seams)
(Can I believe you’re taking my heart.. to pieces)
Lost, in a snow filled sky, we’ll make it alright, to come undone,
Now we’ll try to stay blind, to the hope and fear outside,
Hey child, stay wilder than the wind –
And blow me in to cry.
Who do you need?
Who do you love?
When you come undone.