feed that mouth before it bleeds you're overabundant in all your needs
i have trained for my whole life this suits us all, our hands are tied to weather it, to reach above to be better than this careless whisperer
everything that i do is a product of how much i love you and all that we will face is reaching out and over our airspace
and in the end, its never wrong because who you love is where you are i cut it close to let it out my heart if full of this rage and this fear of doubt
over and over these lovers they quarrel you sink 'til you swim it gets weaker with torture
my land is your hand reaching to the corner it swells while you sing to your treasure and comfort
believe that the fate you've laid out's not too late for perfect ambition your love and your vision