Hundred Reasons. Ideas Above Our Station. Answers. Zeneszám

And if your wings lay unbroke would they still unfold
And if we collaborate in synch then we would not fault
So you tempt me into being what's sought after
They lay in casts
They lay in casts

Where is the need to know
I stop to think where you lost it
The chance was found and then thrown
Thrown away like before

So then you distance yourself from my mistakes
And a choice to adhere to you forsaked
And I cradle you in my own arms and wish
You can make your own away
You can make your own away

And I will ask of no-one