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?
Pretty 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
Have you no direction? I just sense the pretentious signs
In you highs...
I hear the same old stories every night
More I Despair
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