I shield my senses How sensitive To sight Sound I reveal so little 'Cause you burrow holes in my defenses How senseless To begin with Drawn lines Hands in mid-gesture Hard times For soft hearts How sensitive The reverb of hurt The wise feel What's hidden beneath Arms rise In gesture Hearts return To center It echoes from I to we It reverbs from I to we It echoes from I as we Bow down in reverse From the eye we see The wounds we carry And it echoes in reverse As we return I reveal my shadow How insensitive To deny it the ground I reveal its potential 'Cause it'll burrow into the walls of my defenses Drawn lines Hands in mid-gesture Hard times For soft hearts How sensitive The reverb of hurt The wise feel What's hidden beneath Arms rise In gesture Hearts return To center It echoes from I to we It reverbs from I to we It echoes from I as we Bow down in reverse From the eye we see The wounds we carry And it echoes in reverse As we return