I trace back her hands
To prove that I am her man
He said my trust wants your face
And so we cut through these days
Silhouette of her cheeks
I drew in a leaf
Love falls to the ground
Though the hearts were devout
They walked along
They have their stones
They fight their wrongs
The things they condone
She sees their sky
Wants him to find
A niche for her
To hold the line
Two years and some change
He had battled for gain, a city of eggs
But the shells all seemed fake
They walked along
They have their stones
They fight their wrongs
Things they condone
She sees their sky
Wants him to find
A niche for her
To hold the line
Concrete and no trees
No growth hearts could see
Their soil can't breathe
They walked along
They have their stones
They fight their wrongs
Things they condone
She sees their sky
Wants him to find
A niche for her
To hold the line
To hold the line
To hold the line