In your hands I"m trying In your hands I"m trying flight I can"t die In your hands I"m trying. In your hands I"m trying flight I can"t die,
I"m flying in the cold breeze every night Spare me all the strife My desires never tire but would it feel much better if I died? Petty highs get me by but how long must I live with this disguise...
Have you no direction? I just sense pretentious signs... In your gighs Have you no direction? I just sense the pretentious signs In your highs... I hear the same old stories every night Spare me all the strife
My desires never tire But would it feel much better if I died? Petty highs get me by But how long must I live with this sidguise...