[Such Small Hands]
I think I saw you in my sleep, darling,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every broken promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.

I thought I heard the door open, oh no,
I thought I heard the door open but
I only heard it close.

I thought I heard a plane crashing, but
Now I think it was your passion snapping.

I think you saw me confronting my fear, it
Went up with a bottle and went down with the beer and
I think you ought to stay away from here
There are ghosts in the walls and they
Crawl in your head through your ear.

I think I saw you in my sleep, lover,
I think I saw you in my dreams you were
Stitching up the seams on every mangled promise
That your body couldn’t keep.
I think I saw you in my sleep.

[Nobody, Not Even The Rain]
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping,
Darling, likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming,
Softly breathing out your name.
I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling
Scars will remain.

I say we scrape them from each other, darling, and
Let them wash off in the rain.
And when [bad word] into the river, oh no,
Let the water [bad word] 
I swear that even with the distance,
Slowly wearing at your name,
Your hands still catch the light the right way and
Our hearts still beat the same.
And our hearts still beat the same.