Take care of this boy,
His bones are made of glass, his blood is full of pearl.
His eyes they are the sea, into which we are drowning.
You belong to no one,
But there are many who love you, pushing you on.
The rain follows you closely, and I'll be your shelter.
This is your life, you're still waiting to begin.
Whose hands will lead you to the surface?
We are full of lead
The walking dead
Whose hands will lead us to the surface?
My hands and my blood and my bones and my heart on my sleeve.
Waiting for someone to save me.
I am drowning
It's not that I can't take care of myself.
I'm just needing for someone to save me.