All I am is sympathy in your eyes
Trembling moments of acceptance
Did I do it right, am I good enough
An offering in the night
We were chasing kites without a string
Making promises in the dark
Birds learning how to sing
Doing all the wrong things right
Who's gonna hold me
Steal my breadth
Will you save me
Save me from myself
Who's gonna save me
Save me from myself
Who's gonna save me
Formality in conversation
Inside a drawer of lingering regret
Possibilities or explanations
We decide not to forget
All I am is sympathy in your eyes
Trembling moments of acceptance
Did I do it right, am I good enough
An offering in the night