Stitch our bodies together and hope we’ll both keep running ‘till our legs wear down, try to find each other. And all you’re gonna see are the threads hang loose, tangling from our skin.
There’s beauty in the way you think, I feel greedy for every word you speak.
Still I wonder what you’ll think of me, will you take what you can see?
My parents taught me that true love lives and breathes. So I’m willing to believe in one last dying dream. I am done with wondering, I am done with wandering alone without you. I think I found my matching seam.
Pierce the needles through our skin, scratch the colours from our face: I am not afraid, that’s easy to say. Have you ever wondered about what makes us dream? ‘Cause I have and I’m not sure if it’s enough to please.
Have you ever wondered about what makes us dream? I’m pretty sure it won’t change a thing.
I will stick on you if you’ll stick on me. I will carry you if you’ll carry on.