If you would let me hold you

the nights would never be this cold

If morning has its romance and midday has demands,

if I could rest my head forever in these fragile hands



If evening has its moments...



If you can keep a secret from me

Then I can tell you things that you’d not believe 

If I could write a letter and sign it with your blood

and send it with the truest of intentions my love,

if breathing was this easy, intentions would be lost 

To hold a conversation with a voice that cuts so soft

If breathing was this easy...