How Do These Hearts Unfold (Raised By Swans)

When strangers meet, they seem more real to me, wide open spaces and consciences clean, and to what end, must i protect, the boy I used to be. Who thought a home where only silence falls, no clock inside its walls, could dodge a wrecking ball. Locks blocking strangers both ways. What kind of safety’s that anyway. I could have risked you love. How do we stand our ground, how do we say we’re brave now, I am waiting on your command, a blindfold between my sight and your sleight of hand. How do these hands hold, how do these hearts unfold now, never knowing the ways they can, a blindfold between the night and Neverland. You will come back to me. You will come back to me.