Every Line of Your Hand Lyrics

There's a moment,
it haunts like a verse,
of a sonnet yet to be heard
from your sweet voice.

Every line of your hand was a way,
I could follow,
right with the rain
into your skin.

I want to take you apart
you are a lost work of art
that I've just found.

Let all the measurable things
be cursed and cast in the sea,
to sink and drown.

‘Cause we don't need to remember
how every day of December killed us,
how every crack made us colder,
how every hour made us old
and nameless.

Don't turn away now;
don't run away now.
It's easy to do.

Don't dread the headwinds,
they sweep this way to cleanse;
to make us new.