Marie Hines - Mending

You hold me while I sleep
Fight the monsters in my dreams
I'd do the same for you
If you, if you would let me through

We struggled in the dark
While you, you tried to mend your heart
Worn, you handed it to me
And found the mending that you need

You make me better
Stronger than I thought I could be
You make me better
When you're mending me
You in bitter apathy
And me, with crimson ivory
Who thought that we could heal
The wounds others made us feel

You make me better
Stronger than I thought I could be
You make me better
When you're mending me



You hold me while I sleep
Fight the monsters in my dreams