No grace, faking on the floor (Ooh, ooh ooh ooh) I walk to the rhythm of the rhythm of your heart But I’m awake But I will wait for you (Ooh, ooh ooh ooh) You ain’t saying nothing til your mama falls apart But I’m still bitter at the bullies in the park,

So hold on, Hold on to what we are, Hold on to your heart. In the spring we made a boat Out of feathers, out of bones. We set fire to our homes, Walking barefoot in the snow. Distant rhythm of the drum As we drifted towards the storm.