Sangtekst: Six Pence None The Richer. Divine Discontent. Still Burning.

You are the burning, the flame that is turning
My smoldering ash into a bird
So stay close my brother, I couldn't stand the loss
You are the bridge of action

I need you to help me cross
I need you to help me

So when you break my arms
I'll take hold of you
I know your heart is a hand
That takes hold of me

The hand that is breaking is the hand that is making
All the dead things in me grow
A gift of a holy loss
This burning at the dross

So when you break my arms
I'll take hold of you
I know your heart is a hand
That takes hold of me

Why do you set out to break the one thing
The one thing that I have to give
It's hard to believe that I could
That I should begin again
But I know you heart is a hand

So when I break you arms
You'll take hold of me
You know my heart is a hand
That takes hold of you

So when you break my arms
I'll take hold of you
I know your heart is a hand
That takes hold of me

So when you break my arms
I'll take hold of you
I know your heart is a hand
That takes hold of me