Haven - All The Luck In The World

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