Sixpence None The Richer

you are still burning
the flame that is turning
my smoldering ash into a bird
so stay close my brother
I couldn't stand the loss
you are the bridge of action
I need you to help me cross
I need you to help me
[Chorus]
so when you break
my arms I'll take hold of you
I know your hearts a hand that takes hold of me
my hand that is breaking
is the hand that is making
all the dead things in me grow
a gift of a holy loss
this burning at the dross
[Chorus]
so when you break