Verse 1

He sleeps by the shuttered drugstore

Old coat, late snow on his sleeves

Cardboard crown in a paper cup kingdom

Names written on the backs of receipts

He hums to the hum of the traffic

Counting the cracks in the sky

Says, "If love had a place for people like me

It might feel a little like light"

Chorus

Hold my hand where they can see

Let them stare, let them speak

In this cold, you’re warm to me

Every broken word, we breathe

If this city turns away

We can still sway, quietly

Two shadows under one thin sheet

In a paper cup kingdom

You’re a throne beside the street