The Times We Bled - Rapture

Waking moments spent with splinters in my throat

There with our wounds open we stood bleeding the heart dry

Facing the water, hoping for wings to carry us towards daybreak and never let

hope die

Then the tow giants came falling down

Took even the unspoken and threw it all away

Thought it would take a lifetime to hid everything away to make the heart whole

And every day without fail I held my heart in my hands

Slowly turning pale

Hoping it would miss a beat

One too many and rot away

Just hold me for a second now

Let’s not say a word

Let me catch my breath, dear

And hold it before it escapes

One last time