We tore my shirt just back from school And in an old beginning we found something new Through a single slot the sun lit the room I watched it rise to your eyes But you just slept right through And I knew then I'd do anything to never leave the room Your spine leads my hands as I count the indentations Oh you shake like bare arms on a street When puddles crack beneath our feet Both reflecting our ideals and resolutions and our fears But in the haze I see you clear You're a rush of colour in a fifties film You're a prisoner's hands on a moving train And I'm tied to you I'm tied to you I'm tied to you