Talking About Hope

The last of sunlight seems to speak And it cuts between us now like borders And from these new countries, the lines are weak And we no longer hear each other But I know my name And I know your name And I'm not talking about hope And I'm not talking about fire I'm just trying to make sense of this desire So put your hand on my head And put your hand on my heart And please don't tell me you can't tell them apart I fell in love with you again But I don't know how to tell you of it Through the distance now to then I still see the dark that you lit And I know my name And I know your name And I'm not talking about hope And I'm not talking about fire I'm just trying to make sense of this desire So put your hand on my head And put your hand on my heart And God, don't tell me you can't tell them apart We've finally figured it out That it's not meant to make sense It's just meant to be said in present tense So in the spirit of that I'm in love with you now And if you want, we can show each other how Let's show each other how