I’m not good at talking
Or mending up the tears
The time that I am biding
With a lonely wicked stare

The shadows fight for freedom
You’re a prisoner of war
And everything you’ve worried
I’ve worried twice before

And the birth that’s overtaken
The steering wrecks the fate
Put the love we have for loving
In a safe and arid place

The clothes we’re occupying
Silhouettes that swell
Making us look bigger
Than the world we’d have to fill

A cold front is moving
It’s pressing underneath
The covers that are warming
The color of our feet

Everything you’ve run from
Is locked inside a drawer
And everything you’ve worried
I’ve worried twice before