lights off, hands washed of a secret quickly as you can in the silence
split seams, sweat beads from the tension how long can you hold this position?

if you try and lose the nerve, you don’t need to be ashamed
some things don’t fit well in words, but they shrink when you can name them

out in the open end of the road
we’ll find where the light rests and follow it home I will meet you where the wildflowers grow

daylight, don’t shy from the brilliance how does it look out in the open?
no show, no smoke
it’s illusion if it only glows in the neon

it’s too much to hold at first
and you’re gonna break your back always needing to be sure
only armed with holding fast

new light, eyes wide - you see it? your hand in mine - you feel it? sometimes things die conceiving you’re still alive and breathing

new light, eyes wide - you see it? your hand in mine - you feel it? sometimes things die conceiving old skin, new wine