This Won’t Hurt a Bit

With the rain there came your word, and soaked into my ear. woke me from a heavy sleep, and spoke to me of fear. it's understood but not understood. silence is a fire, laughter a knife. movement carried forward, here am i. i carry you. there's no turning back, no turning back. a flame that held up to the wind. at best a breath, then breathe it in. you give, and you take. violent moments, you create a change. what you break apart, you'll build again. it's understood but not understood. i carry you, there's no turning back. a flame that held up to the wind. at best a breath, then breathe it in. like laughter. who among us here will chance the night, and find good reason to take up life?