Truth Is a Beautiful Thing (London Grammar)

Miles and miles on my own Warm with shame, I follow on A language to find hard to hear Not to understand, just disappear To hold your heart, to hold your hand Would be to me, the greatest thing To hold your heart, hold your hand Would be to me, the bravest thing Could you take my place and stand here? I do not think you would take this pain You'd be on your knees and struggle under the weight Oh, the truth would be a beautiful thing Oh, the truth is a beautiful thing I wear another thought of you With so much harm my gift to you Hide you somewhere they don't know Deep in my core you know you have a throne Hold your heart, hold your hand Would be to me, the greatest thing To hold your heart, to hold your hand Would be to me, the bravest thing Could you take my place and stand here? I do not think you would take this pain You'd be on your knees and struggle under the weight Oh, the truth would be a beautiful thing Oh, the truth is a beautiful thing