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 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... |