Fragility takes hold of your woe,
and parts of you we must discard.
Old loves are dropped below,
as you discover someone precious to hold.
I'll carry what's left of you
in the nooks of my arms,
beneath the mouth of the sky.
Despite all you've been through,
you still have that quiet charm,
and together we'll get by.
But I think you should know
that when the going gets hard,
your pulse beats slow,
and your eyes grow far and cold.
I'll carry what's left of you
in the nooks of my arms,
beneath the mouth of the sky.
You can sift out the truth
from past heart-to-heart harm,
now that our wounds are dry.
And together we'll get by.
