I am a bird afraid of heights, I am afraid of everything And for the first time in my life, I can't be alone Through seasons you learn to weather Small pewter statues as reminders Of who we should have been Cold and stoic we will stand To face our trials and fail Oh the pain of constantly wishing to be someone, anyone else You were lost at sea, but a stones throw away and the shore told me not to remember I've cut my sails I am here, you are here, there is a haunting here What would it take To forget about this Don't ask if you can't accept, narrow or broad, just don't ask I could never accuse you of this fantastic pursuit Through fields and woods We must tread softly My breath, my flesh, my unicorn
Always slipping through my fingers I'll accept this chase As the closest this tired body Will ever get to what it is that people get to Take your pictures, take your pictures, plant your seeds But you will never explain a color in words I let happen what would and lost my catch that moment Had to stay out of sight, I've cut my tiesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
