the limit shatters me
and the cold collapses these lungs
I'll just hold your hand
it's all I have...
measuring tape replaces my bones
to gauge the numbers
that make us old and tall and fat
bottle after bottle
smile after song
and we're learning learning
to love just love
on the wings of what is simple
here's what we know
here's what we know
I'm holding your hand
and it's all I have
all I have.