Paroles de Up

They've been saying this all a while They've been saving this small exchange I'm a mess, you're a tile Because the way things travel The waves will alter them in flight Is that the way things used to? Still unresolved, but underneath there lies with you Soft as leaves in the night They can please their own children They control their own lives I can be so resourceful They've been playing that song again They're shaving it close again I'm a spark, you're a wire 'Cause of the weight, the label's useful So incorrect, but maybe there's Still something breathing Hopeless Breathing Severed by hollow flight There can be many options They can be somewhat right Possibly some arrangement I'll just wait and you'll be fine All this way, and still December