How do these hearts unfold

when strangers meet
they seem more real to me
wide open spaces and consciences clean
and to what end must i protect
the boy i used to be
who thought a home where only silence falls
no clock inside its walls
could dodge a wrecking ball
locks blocking strangers both ways
what kind of safety’s that anyway
i could have risked you love
how do we stand our ground

how do we say we’re brave now
i am waiting on [bad word] 
a blindfold between my sight and your sleight of hand
how do these hands hold
how do these hearts unfold now
never knowing the ways they can
a blindfold between the night and Neverland
you [bad word] back to me