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