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 sighs 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 disguise...
