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
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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completes this album