I despair

In your hands I'm trying

In your hands I'm trying flight

I can't die

In your hands I'm trying

In your hands I'm trying flight

I can't die



I'm flying in the cold breeze every night



Spare me all the strife

My desires never tire

But would it be much better if I died?



Petty highs get me by

But how long must I live with this disguise?



Have you no direction?

I just sense pretentious signs

In your highs

Have you no direction?

I just sense pretentious signs

In your highs



I hear the same old stories every night



Spare me all the strife

My desires never tire

But would it feel much better if I died?



Petty highs get me by

But how long must I live with this disguise?