26 Hours

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