Rapture - I Am Complete

These hearts are built to sound the saddest of tunes Tor ring the shades of hungry needles and scars of old longing Where our numbered days meet our best intentions lay clouded by the weights we carried in our hearts and on our skin Where can I fall when there's no-one to catch me? What will I do when my soul breaks? Who'll hear me then? Dear, keep those clouds at bay so this won't be just more dead poetry to fall upon ears that have long since gone deaf Let us heal these jagged exit wounds Wash away all the stains and together make things right again and never let go For once this feels so real