Red lines, blues lines you carry inside
The twain shall meet at the center of your heart
In a voice that withstands the wind
I'm bringing up the words to deliver
Time is a sleeper, wind the soft skin,
the star is a cradle, people are a mirage
If this tear answers your question of why I'm crying
It's not as close to the meaning of us finding each other
It's the shout that this body alone will never be enough
Found a heart that trembles only when I touch your hand
How many meanings must we get over to be there?
Could be stupidity, could be ugliness,
beyond what's right, I want to hold hands with you
Precious memories I can't recall
These are the thoughts that can't be put into words
Maybe, just maybe
That's all this heart is made of
Maybe, just maybe
It still beats your heart
Wanting you to "notice me"
If this tear answers your question of why I'm crying
It's not as close to the meaning of us finding each other
It's the shout that this body alone will never be enough
Found a heart that trembles only when I touch your hand
How many meanings must we get over to be there?
Could be stupidity, could be ugliness,
beyond what's right, I want to live with you