All my words fall silent
For the thousands of voices in my head
Dead silence
I am longing to get up
And get back home to where I belong
With you I am bound to get out early if we hold hands heads-up
If you tell me not to worry
Enrapted, Exalted, Exuberant I’ll be
Maybe then we could hold hands till we’re old and hoary
In that moment I’ll know I’ve got something
And if you hold my hand
I won’t be wild or cunning
And if you come in like a wind that’s blowing whither over
I’ll be scared and
I’ll grab your hand and we’ll hold forever
