[Verse] Jealous hearts whisper slow, soft bite under skin. I don’t own you — can’t, won’t — but I feel you still, sweet and dangerous. [Pre-Chorus] Others shine loud, gold on the surface — but surface fades. [Chorus] We hold and let go, never really free. If love breaks open, it still lives in me. Holy ache, holy fire — I burn, quietly. [Bridge — whispered] If time takes us, let it be gentle.
