When strangers meet
They seem more real to me
Wide open spaces and consciences clean
And to what end must i protect
The boy i used to be
Who thought a home where only silence falls
No clock inside its walls
Could dodge a wrecking ball

Locks blocking strangers both ways
What kind of safety's that anyway

I could have risked you love

How do we stand our ground
How do we say we're brave now
I am waiting on [bad word] 
blindfold between my sight and your sleight of hand
How do these hands hold
How do these hearts unfold now
Never knowing the ways they can
blindfold between the night and Neverland

You [bad word] back to me