Squeeze

Squeeze I once held a heart in my hand, I let it slip through my fingers. Like sand. I once held a great friendship on my fingers, I let it slip through my hand. I now hold my own heart in my hand, On my fingers. And I squeeze. For if I let myself feel Tears will want to bless the cheeks That you have kissed, That you have touched With your hands, Your eyes. But I cannot embark on this road of intensity, So I retain my hold on my heart And let my blood drip, drip, drip.

Unravel - Bjork