I want to make it all better
I'm wishing my hands could heal
I say, "I'm right here for you"
When I know I'm still someplace else
Still someplace else outside
Your will winded left speechless
Palms out and the face that goes still
You're running short but not empty
Focus away from the strobes and the sirens
And turn to the sea
I'm less than arm's reach away
With the strength you'd once given me
Here, take mine
Here, take mine
To some I am not to be trusted
I neglect, I forget, I've forgotten
I have come to admit my indifference
but you--I feel you.
You're not numb
to my hand on your cheek
You don't want me to leave
I'm right here if the strength of my presence
Is all that you need
Here, take mine
Here, take mind
I want to make it all better
I'm wishing my hands could heal
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