well i heard you're alright, getting on with life, and i'm not surprised
pulled off your crown of thorns,
the cross you bear,
the loss you wear on the inside
well sometimes you burn without water
in blackest of nights without light
go, and the dam will break
and you crawl back, a rose in your hand
(yeah)
in my mind, it's still summertime
with fireflies and endless skies
i'm afraid that i
i'll wait there
i'll wait there the rest of my life
well sometimes you burn
without water in blackest of nights without light
go, then the dam will break
and you crawl back, a rose in your hand
(yeah)
holes in my hands
can't hold onto anything
can't hold on to anything
so i will go
call your friends cause i can't hold anyone
can't hold to anyone with hands full of holes
