The Sound

Keep longing for your hands holding mine While I still feel your shivers down my spine Defeating as a soldier In the war that is my mind And there's a stranger knocking at my door They offer me a fix for every pore But I still hear the echoes While I'm waiting for you And the daylight will be divided into portions on our shelves While there's water rising, breaking the dams And the daylight will be divided into portions on our shelves Oh there's nights when I'm desiring To hear the sound And all that will be crooked will be blessed Like living in a dollhouse built from glass Planting seeds in frozen ground Until you're here 'Cause there's the thrill of longing And there's the land where we'll be kings But for now it's all Like getting blood from stones And the daylight will be divided into portions on our shelves While there's water rising, breaking the dams And the daylight will be divided into portions on our shelves Oh there's nights when I'm desiring To hear the sound Ooh To hear the sound