Where am I to run When it's colder than it's ever been before? And I feel I don't know you really anymore So I cry and I call but no one ever hears And I can't hear your voice ringing in my ears
And I thought that I could fly with the wings of my father stretched up to the sky And the words that you said forever you and I Now they feel like some island I will never see And I'll stop looking up for rescue planes for me
Could I fix these wings? All the wax and the plume have nearly fallen out And my father's nowhere to help me figure out If a word I could say would ever change your mind So I walk on the water and sink down every time And the words that I sing feel so fucking dumb
'Cause I know that your heart has already come and gone So I fill up my life with every broken thing But I come back to you the one who makes me sing
The one who makes me sing The one who makes me sing The one who makes me sing The one who makes me sing You are the one who makes me sing You are the one who makes me sing The one who makes me sing
Compositor: William Richard Fitzsimmons (William Fitzsimmons) ECAD: Obra #30716330