You laugh at dead ends You’re the only one I know You’re not fond of chances Anymore than letting go I’m here to keep the ghosts away So lie down in my arms ‘Cause we’re becoming home Don’t fly out of my arms
Your ribs like branches To keep the glowin’ close You’re not fond of chances Not the only one I know You breathe in with me I know you’re keeping face Lost to the ceiling You won’t hear me say
I’m here to keep the ghosts away Don’t fly out of my arms ‘Cause we’re becoming home Don’t fly out of my arms I’m here to keep the ghosts away Don’t fly out of my arms As we’re becoming home You fly out of my arms