Hands Like Houses - One Hundred

Hold your breath, baby. We have to make our hearts sit still. Hold your tongue honey, The things we know could unleash hell. Patch me up, my skin is so tight around my chest, my heart is leaping out. I feel my imagination playing like a movie in my eyes, It’s got me firmly by the sleeve. Hold your breath baby, we have to make our hearts sit still. I swear they’re