There's no genuine
There's no safe place
For the heart to hang
When the body's no good

Am I meant to fray the end?
On the outside looking in
All used up
Never used enough

To me love was
Always infinite
Stolen moment
At a time

A feeling only out
For a little while
And then ripped from your arms
Like a child

I carry their names
The secret shapes
And an aching parade
Around my heart

Traced in the park
Now lying in chalk
Where I took his hand in mine
For a little while, everything was alright...