when hope comes to shove
you're my language of love
the second chance that finally worked
to bring me to my newfound feet

it could be forward motion
or a poorly made ocean
a time to give old grief a miss
and do the things I asked myself

I fall in love every day
and still I keep my soul at bay
for fun? or fear? or lack of light?
you my dear are worth the fight
I sought you all this time
and now all of this hope is mine
all of this frightened hope is mine

dancing through the wasted days
this tired man has changed his ways
I cherish every thought of you
because you brought me back