Paroles de Little Deaths

On a word I could fly if it was for you and I just a "we'll be fine my love" but I look up and down and find you are not around nor the hope I'd hoped you'd find All the plans that did land like butterflies on my hand have all now flown from reach and this luxury of fine choice is leaving a debris of abandoned dream It's the little deaths of ideas that dash me against the rocks fill me full of wings until my heart stops Over the wall and into the wild all is unfamiliar Give me light! Give me laughs! Give me something I can grasp! and a blameless place to hide today It's the little deaths of ideas that dash me against the rocks fill me full of wings until my heart stops On a word I could fly if it was for you and I just a "we'll be fine my love"