Annabelle Chvostek

Lyrics

Yours is the hand I hold to jump out of the burning tower

Yours is the the heat I seek in winters deprivating hour

Yours is the heart I zing when all the darkness turns to light

Jail break, the blind worms come, they'll have their say

Please hold me tight

This Night

You hurt, we strung it along, then out of the blue , I dropped you a bomb

All well in Paradise then my body, jolt, stop, get it right

You and I want to be a garden, an ocean of plenty, life as it should be

Stormy devils under stress, give 'em nothing to go, leave room for the rest

This Night

Yours is the hand I hold to jump out of the burning tower

Yours is the the heat I seek in winters deprivating hour

Yours is the heart I zing when all the darkness turns to light

Jail break, the blind worms come, they'll have their say

Please hold me tight