Carving

You hold the keys to all my doors
my hands fit perfectly in yours
You're right when I'm wrong
you're up when I'm down
You're the diamonds and rubies and pearls in my crown

I'm carving my heart out for you
you are the colors to my leaves of fall
I'm sculpturing my soul for you
it bears the marks of your hands and your mouth and your all

My voice is tuned to your guitar
I'm guided by the light from your star
you're the flow in my flower
and the beat of my heart
You're my eyes when I'm blind
you're the gold in my mine
I need your atmosphere to breath

T: C.Øiesvold & A.Grostøl