Morning breaks quietly as I lay here with you We forget about all the things we know You and I fit the space And claim old mistakes Our memories scattered on the floor (I won't let go of you) How will I know if all of the sand on the shores Is seeping inside of my pores? Whatever we do, all the words will write anew Understand, you're holding my heart in your hands You're holding my heart in your hands You're holding my heart... Wicked cityscapes a modern man navigates As long as I'm coming back to you Peek over the top, an ocean inside a drop A closer look reveals... (That I won't let go of you) How will I know if all of the sand on the shores Is seeping inside of my pores Whatever we do, all the words will write anew Understand, you're holding my heart in your hands You're holding my heart in your hands You're holding my heart...