| That you ever blessed me with a thought,
|
| a tear, a memory means more to me than you could ever
|
| realise. |
| I was grasping for a hold
|
| and tearing out my teeth
|
| and one by one you bent to pick up.
|
| And everyday since, I have come to learn:
|
| so far away but have comfort in the storm.
|
| We’ll bury (bury) hatchets in broken skin.
|
| That you ever blessed me with a thought,
|
| a tear, a memory means more to me than you could ever
|
| realise. |
| I was grasping for a hold
|
| and tearing out my teeth
|
| and one by one you bent to pick up.
|
| And everyday since, I have come to learn:
|
| so far away but have comfort in the storm.
|
| We know the waves won’t beat that hard for long.
|
| So far away but you comfort in the storm.
|
| We’ll bury (bury) hatchets in broken skin.
|
| In on another we’ll struggle on.
|
| It means more to me than you could ever…
|
| We’ll paint with numbers (in colour code)
|
| but there’s more to this than we could ever…
|
| We’ll bury hatchets in broken skin.
|
| We know we’re right, though all reason
|
| will say we’re not
|
| but I know that we’ll see through the seasons. |