You came from a house
Of worry and fever
No one talking about
The wear and tear
Now when you shout
It’s a little bit meaner
All of it seems
To keep you scared
I have been there too
And I know the other side
I can take you through
If you hold the light
Hold the light
No reckoning day
To settle the score
Where every mistake
Feeds a firing line
You can be safe
You can have more
Where love doesn’t measure
And it won’t run dry
Hand me your fist
I’ll read your fortune
My thumb on your wrist
Steady and slow
It’s hard to exist
In a city of orphans
All fighting the force
Of the undertow