holding your amber to the light   I see centuries of you   and you find me kind   you find me tall   you find me crazy like you   and while I fight my own words   you're off saving those broken birds   sometimes I wonder if you'll survive       we are kindred spirits but not kindred people   in this world for now   we are both too strong we are both too weak   we are both too young   so you go sing your songs   and I'll go sing mine   but I never really go away   no, I never really go away       I know you hear me   you always hear me   on the run to the sun   your kind will get far   if you don't burn       I hear the echo of our voices   hopeful in the church of the morning sun   asking - how far away from love are we?   are we far enough to keep us apart?   oh, I really really really don't know       you said - come to the window   I said - no you don't       we promised we'd never sing of pain or of losing   or how beautiful people look when they are dying   but clichés come so easily   and your tears run through me again and again   forget those broken birds   forget those broken birds       I know you hear me   you always hear me   on the run to the sun   your kind will get far   if you don't burn       holding your amber to the light   I see centuries of you...