Mar 11, 2013
But my fear is this prison, that I keep locked below the main deck I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden And my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right But they’re heavy and I’m awkward, always running out of fight So I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship Hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks Because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam Lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
Wooden Heart - Listener