My hands, your hands!
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
- Pages between us
- Written with no end
- So many words
- we're not saying
- Don't wanna
- wait 'til it's gone
You make me strong
| I'm sorry | If I say | I | need | you |
|---|---|---|---|---|
| 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.