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