take my hand
let's walk through a field
in the middle of a thunderstorm
listen as i try to explain
why you're still as beautiful and
worthwhile as the day you were born
watch the full moon rise
from the reflection in your eyes
somehow i'm drowning on dry land
everything i need is already resting in my hands
there's pure truth in these late nights
i'd rather sleep through the day
i trust you and the feeling you give me
i trust it to never go away