Borrowed

IN THE LIGHT WHERE I CAN SEE YOU
IN THE WASH OF GOLD AND WHITE
IN A ROOM WHERE I CAN SENSE YOU
WHEN YOU GO OUT WITH THE TIDE
IN THE DUSK WHERE NO ONE FEELS YOU
IN THE HAND OF BORROWED TIME
IN A PLACE WHERE WE CAN SEE THROUGH
WHEN YOU WANT A CHANCE TO HIDE

BUT ONLY IF YOU NEED IT, THAT’S RIGHT
WALKING THE SAME PLANE TURNING ROUND, IT WASN’T ME YOU HAD TO TELL
WALKING THE SAME PLANE KICKING SAND THE EMPTY HAND FOR EMPTY SHELLS
NEVER THE SAME SHADE
ON OUR HANDS

I LIKE IT AS A LEVER, FELT RIGHT
EVEN WITH MY EMPTY HANDS THAT NIGHT (THAT’S WHAT I FOUND OUT)
SAY SOMETHING - I WOULD BUT IT’D GO TO WASTE
UH HUH, OKAY
OH