Darlin’ rest awhile for the sky seems to be storming
Won’t you anchor to me, child, for you’ve mended my torn heart
Let your problems vanish while I frighten far away the frightening things
I want you to believe that I’m not shaken by devotion
My dear, don’t be deceived to think that I’m going through the motions
I’m just trying to make sense of the unfamiliar emotions that you bring
I want to end your aimless searching
So you know you’re not alone
But one thing is still uncertain –
Is that blood on your hands? Is that blood on your hands?
Is that blood on your hands cause for worry or from carrying your own heart?
Trust me, I know trusting isn’t easy for our kind
But if you let me I’ll defend your heart much more than I will mine
I want to fight away the darkness ‘till your nightmares all subside and disappear
I want to end your aimless searching
So you know you’re not alone
I want to block your waves of your doubt to dry all your trembling bones
I want to hold your hand through fire
And go before you when the demons come
In the midst of all your trials, I want to be your home
Until there’s blood on my hands
If there is blood on my hands
If you see blood on my hands, never worry – it’s from fighting over you
If you see blood on my hands, never worry – it’s from fighting for your heart
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