| Lyrics |
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...
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