Wooden Heart...Check it.

if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together in time
our hands entwined, my fingers in your veins connected
our spines grown stronger inside
cause i know our church is all made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through this change
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, we're just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember...