From me to you,
My heart in your hands.
Bleeding out love through your fingers.
Asking where did this all begin?
Suspending time, while i speak to the divine.
So i can find the place in time, where things went wrong.
You sing me a song full of love and passion.
Only to show me no compassion.
"Lets try to make things change",
While we run circles to create a figure eight