

I wish I knew your face back when we were kids
Before the heavy doors of this world did what they did
Before the others took my trust and tore it at the seams
Leaving cold debris where I used to keep my dreams
(yeah, where I kept my dreams) I wish I met you when
the world was young
Before the bitter words rolled off my tongue
Now my father shakes his head,
he doesn't understand
How the deepest healing came from holding your hand (ooh,
they don't understand) They cheated and they lied,
left me guarded and cold With a heavy kind of story that
I never wanted told But you trace the scars with a gentle
kind of grace And rebuild the ruins of this quiet,
sacred place My father thinks I'm rushing,
that I'm falling too fast
But he doesn't see the present washing over the past
(no, he doesn't see)
I wish I met you when the world was young
Before the bitter words rolled off my tongue
Now my father shakes his head,
he doesn't understand
How the deepest healing came from holding your hand
(holding your hand, yeah) I wish I knew you then...
(so young, so clean) Before the storms...