Heavy
Dotan, Dotan Dahan, Matt Kahane
How cold
Empty the silence that we both know
Weeds outgrown
We suffer in quiet from wasted storms
Oh we’ve lost it all again
Oh it’s weighing on our hands
My pain
Your home
I keep it buried here in my lungs
Our ghosts
So heavy
My skin
Your bones
One touch and you turn me right into stone
I’ll hold
Will you let me
Bite my tongue
Steady in spite of what we’ve become
Days are gone
Lonely as fire without a form
Oh we’ve lost it all again
But oh the waves will never end
My pain
Your home
I keep it buried here in my lungs
Our ghosts
So heavy
My skin
Your bones
One touch and you turn me right into stone
I’ll hold
Will you let me