Oh your weary arms
Hold you together
You're delicate as a feather
My love
Oh your feeble bones
Are breaking under the pressure
Breaking under the weight of all
You've done
No you don't have to conquer this one
Your eyes are half open
It's no use closing
It's no use closing
Them now
Because when you see
Your self clearly
The image starts to fall away
And I can begin to make
You well
No you don't have to conquer this one