Wires

You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
You got tears, making tracks
I got tears, that are scared of the facts

Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes

You got wires, going in
You got wires, coming out of your skin
There's dry blood, on your wrist
Your dry blood on my fingertip

Running, down corridoors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own
Looking at you now, you would never know

I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright
I see it in your eyes, I see it in your eyes
You'll be alright

Alright

Running, down corridors through, automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
I see hope is here, in a plastic box
I've seen christmas lights, reflect in your eyes
down corridors, through automatic doors
Got to get to you, got to see this through
First night of your life, curled up on your own

Looking at you now, you would never know. 

Wires written and performed by Athlete 

Off their album Tourist, released 2005

Written after singer and guitarist Joel Pott's daughter Myla was born prematurely and rushed to NICU.


I wrote this after sorting through things for our local neonatal charity and being quite overwhelmed by the memories it created. If you want a very special message of hope from a hero, hop over to Diary of a Premmy Mum to read Smidge's message to all babies still in an NICU.