I’ll be in hell when it’s over Holding my breath till it’s torture
Fidgeting anxious for news in a sterile room Will you come wake me up again?
Cause I’m the friend that you needed And you’re so sensual, I mean it
I grab your hand, but it’s cold Can you come back home?
Cause rest isn’t finished in time
Until act it’s I sit still,
on way to you, of mine
Don’t question why, how I’m of mind
Get find out helps me
touching the grass, Sharpen the blade frenzy
fail to make meet my head, I know how
will back get me?
a can you tempt
think I see in dreams
Next pull out of them
Coming then gotta act it’s alright
So I sit still, hold tight way you, chosen of mine
I’ll counting days the fresh air
On path and that till finally done
down days through garden in fresh
On path and I somewhere
in time then I cool like it’s
I still, I’ll on tight If way