hold my hand
in the crowd
when I’m scared
stroke my cheek
catch my tears
with your thumb
lay on my chest
give me warmth
as dark clouds pass
so beautiful would that be
but the wish echoes in the well
hold my hand
in the crowd
when I’m scared
stroke my cheek
catch my tears
with your thumb
lay on my chest
give me warmth
as dark clouds pass
so beautiful would that be
but the wish echoes in the well