The Power of Love (It's In My Hands)

She shares her shadow with fluorescent gray,
yet it means nothing.
in a sparrow's mind and dirty sunshine
i see mourning in her eyes
she swore she'd grieve before she dies
and i cower beneath her command.
to discover the emptiness i hold
it's in my hands
it's in my hands
the sorrow i cannot stand.

believe me when i speak
"it's the beating of your heart that i seek"
danger approaches as we crumble
my reflection in her eyes,
i shatter.
but it doesn't matter;
it means nothing.
in this charismatic culture, i creep into your ancient depths
to dream of bedside prayer
only to realize i've been erased
but i will cry for you once more.

creation formed through dust,
reduced to ash by your flames
deeper i dig,
into the caverns of your soul
love, beauteous silhouettes reside...
we put our past to sleep.

the heart of love, split open by eternity of insecurities
and the solid hammer of man
we search for what we cannot see,
but what i see is you, within my dreams.
your heart:
though cold, it still beats
it beats my name with a calloused tongue
familiar remorse returns to reply
and crash through the walls of your love
breaking apart,
i search for all you want me to see
in you, i still believe
it's your eyes, you see
they bring me in,
the gravitational pull of your virtue and love.

discover what you will,
it's all for nothing.
you start to decline,
your will now falters
as i weaken all your hate
you begin to smile, and i know i have won.

you'll feel my heart, within your grasp
breathing ash, i bury my past
and live my life inside your walls
we are free,
it's finally you and me
loneliness has expired,
sorrow has now perished,
the power of love forever remains.
it's in my hands
it's in my hands,
and your heart still beats my name.