Balancing on one wounded wing
Circling the edge of the never
When John, he saw the numbers he lied
Made up the
All those things that go to make heaven and this
Where
Yes I know it's late
We were greeting the sun, before
Cruising the magnetic strip, I seized the ship
I wanted it
Ready to bolt at the first glimpse of failsafe
Signing my
Yes a heart will always go one step too far
Come
Sweetheart, I was trapped in transit my lost ride
When your
Under your wheels, the hope of spring
Mirage of loss, a
I took a plane, I took a train
(Ah, who cares,
You went looking for shelter in all the wrong spaces
You
In every story, every secret told
You are not the first