Testo di Defeat

Help me not to fall out of the sky I'm not ready or willing to die It's not perfect but I love my life I'm not sure that we were meant to fly And you're in the seat next to me Laughing at Sex in the City I am trying not to breathe too fast I can't help but to grip The armrest on each side of me I'm not ready to admit defeat Defeat It feels like I'm holding us Up in the air but I have to trust That I can let go, readjust Watch TV and settle the dust While you're in the seat next to me Laughing at Sex in the City I am trying not to breathe too fast I can't help but to grip The armrest on each side of me I'm not ready to admit defeat Defeat Defeat Defeat