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... |