Itʼs that time of the year when she wants nothing else but to forget

That someoneʼs hands

Itʼs that time of the year when she wants to let go drinking her sorrow

Hoping tomorrow won't show

Itʼs that time of the year when she wants to let go memories turned her into

Someone she doesnʼt know, anymore

And she waits for you while she sets there crying

And you have to hold her heart so it wonʼt run away again

Itʼs like a field trip to the middle of your heart and thereʼs a guard there who lets nobody out

And weʼre camping dancing naked in your veins

Making bonfires from whatʼs left of your disgrace

And the pain that youʼre feeling sets the beat

To our dance

And the rain of your tears is pouring down in our heads

All of your sorrow fades out while weʼre holding your hand but we couldnʼt let go of your pain

Or relive it

Now when youʼre broken, and your guards are down weʼll be the safe place you can call “home”