My hands, your hands, tied up like two ships.
Drifting, weightless. Waves try to break it. I’d do anything to save it — why is it so hard to say it?
My heart, your heart
You make me strong
I'm sorry | If I say | I | need | you |
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But I don't care | I'm not | scared | of | love! |
Because when I'm not weaker | Is | that | so | wrong |
So, baby, hold on to my heart, oh, oh.
Need you to keep me from falling apart.
I'll always hold on.
’Cause you make me strong.