You told me, "Darling, don't you worry oh my dear."
But my mind it worries much too much I do fear
Sick of a march made of patterns and circles in time
Bravery sprung from cacophonous calls of our crimes
I told you, "Darling, don't you dare come so near."
Prompted by lungs seeking hydrogen, oxygen clear, but
Weave me a thread from your chest and a spindle from spine
Tapestry hung from a delicate frame in our minds
You had a good heart
You had a good heart
You had a good heart
You had a good heart