Holding your amber to the light I see centuries of you And you find me kind You find me tall You find me crazy like you And while I fight my own words You're off saving those broken birds Sometimes I wonder if you'll survive We are kindred spirits but not kindred people In this world for now We are both too strong we are both too weak We are both too young So you go sing your songs And I'll go sing mine But I never really go away No, I never really go away I know you hear me You always hear me On the run to the sun Your kind will get far If you don't burn I hear the echo of our voices Hopeful in the church of the morning sun Asking - how far away from love are we? Are we far enough to keep us apart? Oh, I really really really don't know You said - come to the window I said - no you don't We promised we'd never sing of pain or of losing Or how beautiful people look when they are dying But clichés come so easily And your tears run through me again and again Forget those broken birds Forget those broken birds I know you hear me You always hear me On the run to the sun Your kind will get far If you don't burn Holding your amber to the light I see centuries of you...