All you left was a vapor trail.
And some bags above make it real hard for me.
You carried me, the sages came to cause a sound of fire. Like a masterpiece.
So you escaped entrapment of the dark and you blame it on my talkative disguise.
If anyone could ever see, See me dance. Shake these broken limbs and leap away. You got me out of harms way. But yet I'd rather die, I'd rather die, yeah I'd rather die. Yeah I'd rather die than get on with it.
The longing didn't happen overnight. But I'd like to see what happens when you come here.
Can you hear me?
Come here.
Don't wait. Don't wait.