How Do These Hearts Unfold

When strangers meet,

they seem more real to me,

wide open spaces and consciences clean,

and to what end, must i protect,

the boy I used to be.

Who thought a home where only silence falls,

no clock inside its walls,

could dodge a wrecking ball.

Locks blocking strangers both ways.

What kind of safety’s that anyway.

I could have risked you love.

How do we stand our ground,

how do we say we’re brave now,

I am waiting on your command,

a blindfold between my sight and your sleight of hand.

How do these hands hold,

how do these hearts unfold now,

never knowing the ways they can,

a blindfold between the night and Neverland.

You will come back to me.

You will come back to me.