Pieces of the story

Pieces of the story behind today's haze
Slowly creeping through me, leave a smile on their way.
And the three of us don't need to talk about it.
No more questions asked and wonders left behind.

Just hold my hand and we'll be
The best versions of ourselves we can be.
Just hold my hand and we'll climb
To the top of this hill after bedtime.

You have something special that you don't think people see
And every now and then you share a piece of it with me.
And the three of us don't need to dance around it,
We've done enough of that to last a lifetime.

Just hold my hand and we'll be
The best versions of ourselves we can be.
Just hold my hand and we'll climb
To the top of this hill after bedtime.

It's nights like these that we become more than pieces.
It's nights like these we come undone enough to release us.

Just hold my hand and we'll be
The best versions of ourselves we can be.
Just hold my hand and we'll climb
To the top of this hill after bedtime.