With Hands Torn Open

I open my eyes into this lingering dream
I've bled here before, oh so many times
Deadened by our mortal restraints
Overgrown, I'd die to feel you shine

Holding on with hands torn open
Cause I know the hurt will write our song

Lost in the sleep, where both our roads entwine
Eyes at the ground to shun these puzzling signs
A mere servant of the deafening whispers
Sunk beneath, I meld into the vines

Holding on with hands torn open
Cause I know the hurt will write our song
Overgrown, I'll be waiting
Right here, to smile and sing along

Holding on with hands torn open
Overgrown, I'll be waiting here unbroken