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...