We tore my shirt just back from school
And in an old beginning
We found something new
Through a single slot, the sun lit the room
And I watched it rise to your eyes, but you just slept right through
And I knew then, I'd do anything to never leave the room
Your spine leads my hands
As I count the indentations, oh-oh-oh
You shake like bare arms on a street
When puddles crack beneath our feet
Both reflecting our ideals and resolutions and our fears
But in the haze, I see you clear
You're a rush of colour in a fifties film
You're a prisoner's hands on a moving train
And I'm tied to you
Well, I'm tied to you
I'm tied to you
