365 Days of Songs

355. Wooden Heart-Listener
If we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep. All these machines will rust I promise, but we’ll still be electric, shocking each other back to life. Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected, our bones grown together in time. Our hands entwined, my fingers in your veins connected. Our spines grown stronger inside because I know that our church is made of shipwrecks from every hull these rocks have claimed. But we pick ourselves up and try and grow better through this change.