by Jared Cantrell

Created on: July 31, 2009

We are.

We are nothing apart.
We are nothing apart, baby.

Your hands on my face,
they keep me warm,
they keep me calm,
and I am content.

This is all I'll ever be.
This is all I'll ever be, darling.

Your hands over my eyes,
they keep me confused,
they keep me concerned,
and I am angry.

I don't know what to call this.
I don't know what to call this, sweetheart.

Your hands over my mouth,
they keep me silent,
they keep me useless,
and I am suffocating.

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