roam the gloaming of the highway
I'll follow your hesitant steps
observing the hastening world beside us
I lean forward to slow you down
nobody watches us from their glass boxes
the days are moving fast ahead
shifting in between day and night
as the roads curl before them, we're alone
hand out your troubles, give me your pain
I'll plant them next to the thorns in my veins
tie your limbs to my crippled life
hang on, I'll carry you around
storms lay down and come to rest
confusion returns to how it's always been
I let you replace the taste of my pain
with the comforting of your frail skin
hand out your troubles, give me your pain
I'll plant them next to the thorns in my veins
tie your limbs to my crippled life
hang on, I'll carry you around
