when I look to the shape of my heart, it's separated only by scars


Oh when the wild was all covered by snow,
I forgot the colours that the grass tend to grow.
Oh the trees were all leafless,
And lifeless and black,
And I wondered if the leaves could grow back

For your heart is like a flower as it grows,
And its the rain, not just the sun that helps it bloom,
And you don't know how it feels to be alive,
Until you know how it feels to die

Oh and if there's any love in me,
Don't let it show.
Oh and if there's any love in me,
Don't let it grow.


- Shape of my heart, Noah and the Whale

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