I was awake for 26 hours
We sat apart on the plane
Spoke in Heathrow airport
Drowning all over again
You said come with me to Stockholm oh I know that the road got rough We've sung into each other's wounds Maybe loves not enough
Desperate divide
Heart forsake the mind
The pleasure was never mine
Cruel to be kind Cruel to be kind
Gold gifted songwriter
Can you write away my pain
You've assumed you're the outsider
But we're moths drawn to your flame Three years of our heartache
Like broken bones healed wrong
We snapped them back, our arms fell slack The pain was good and strong
I've moulded every meaning
In memories I've reclaimed
Thinking of you baby
Though my heart bears another's name His love is good and trusting
I must let in the light