Tell me everything that crosses your mind at 2 AM, I’ll listen. Sing to me the songs that make you want to cry, I’ll sing along with you. Tell me all your dreams, and I’ll make them happen overnight.
Let me in, let me feel your warmth and let me hold you; the way you hold a flightless bird with an injured wing, so gentle and fragile.
That’s what this is. This feeling is fragile.
This overnight love can break so easily, but for now let’s just secure it in the palm of our hands to the empty spaces in our hearts.