My fingerprints have kissed this humble sun, with two hands on my lungs, this
Angel she held the light in her palms, sending me her love.
Young minds don’t fall behind they sing against the soul asking to be held tight, I’m not
The foolish child that's holding back when I’m supposed to be alright.
His fingerprints have torn this humble sun, with two hands on my lungs,
Even his eyes, they stare through my heart, like I’m not alive.
Fragile minds don’t fall behind they sing against the soul asking to be held tight, I’m not the
Only child that's holding back when I’m supposed to be alright.
Under these eyes, I hold my hands tight, I’ll be alright.
Right through these nights, I hold my hands tight, I’ll be alright.
These feet are bruised, but I’ll hold them tight, I’ll be alright.
He’s losing me, and I’ll watch him leave, I’ll be alright.
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