We can't seem to let each other go.
That could be good right?

You're holding me captive-
like a damsel in a dark tower,
I need somebody to climb up
and rescue me.

We can't seem to let each other go.
That could be bad I suppose?

I'm holding you close to my heart-
like a knife pressed against my chest.
I need the cold
to keep me awake.

I wanted to explore the depths
of your mind and soul.
At long last, you're letting me in-
and I fell again,
and I fell so hard
down the well of your worries.
There isn't water to break my fall
and lessen the hurt.
Only more space beneath my feet
and more air to slip into.
It tastes like a new morning after a rainy night.
The storm might have only taken a break,
or it could have vanished into our memories
like a rock sinking below a wave.

Over these last few days
I saw you lift your arms
in praise
and release the pain
and shame
that had bound you with a chain.
I saw you grow
and choose what's right.
I've been waiting for this
cuddled tight,
watching the leaves change
through a dark window.
And now it may not be spring,
but everything seems to glow.
You took my breath away
like the silence after surviving
a hurricane.

Once in a blue moon,
you give me new hope
to devour and fester inside
like a lie that's grown old.
But a new night, a new moon,
a new moon, a new hope.
And just maybe this one will be true
for me and hopefully for you.