Letras: To Write Love On Her Arms. Love Is The Movement.

Behind gray clouds it all burns brighter
Rescue looks down from their tall towers
I know we belong somewhere other than this
Hope burns in our blood, control clenched within our fists

Shes known such great pain and suffering
There is no way around what she is going, to do
Her arms are covered in self inflicted wounds
She feels so alone in this crowded room

And she thinks there is no way through this
But Woah, love is the movement