Calm disciple, the symmetry of touch Unmasked in fiction, I breathe you in I drank your poison and spun its gold But I don´t feel so rich It all depends on you
Don´t be so shy I held your life It´s who I used to be Lay down at 17 Don´t be so shy It´s who I used to be Gave up at 17
Don´t raise the dead I won´t back down if you say
Don´t be so shy I held your life It´s who I used to be Lay down at 17
We lived through the ice age to carve our angel wings And my feet start to tingle as we reach for higher ground