Oh life a wasted morning

I don't fit under a magnifying glass

all dry times

I can see which way its gonna end up going

don't think like those cracks are showing

its not terminal

be fit again tomorrow

and leave your tired memories back there

if I reach out of here

I can touch your fingertips

stretch and grab my hand

and I will do the same

somewhere a power of good times

I build a tower to get closer to the light so I see

I've got two sets of keys

out through the front door out through the fields and

should I fire on the one that

took me away

or the one

that brought me back again

if I reach out of here

I can touch your fingertips

stretch and grab my hand

and I will do the same

I don't need you

no I don't need you

but when your looks are fading

my moods have improved

yeah when we want instead of needing

and I'm coming back for you

and I

reach out of here

I can touch your fingertips

stretch and grab my hand

and I will do the same