Hope As Scripted Conversation - Irrelevant

That you ever blessed me with a thought,

a tear, a memory means more to me than you could ever

realise.

I was grasping for a hold

and tearing out my teeth

and one by one you bent to pick up.

And everyday since, I have come to learn:

so far away but have comfort in the storm.

We’ll bury (bury) hatchets in broken skin.

That you ever blessed me with a thought,

a tear, a memory means more to me than you could ever

realise.

I was grasping for a hold

and tearing out my teeth

and one by one you bent to pick up.

And everyday since, I have come to learn:

so far away but have comfort in the storm.

We know the waves won’t beat that hard for long.

So far away but you comfort in the storm.

We’ll bury (bury) hatchets in broken skin.

In on another we’ll struggle on.

It means more to me than you could ever…

We’ll paint with numbers (in colour code)

but there’s more to this than we could ever…

We’ll bury hatchets in broken skin.

We know we’re right, though all reason

will say we’re not

but I know that we’ll see through the seasons.