Haven

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