Held کے بول

For the first time in my life I let myself be held, yeah, like a big old baby And I surrender, mmm, to your charity I let the jets fly Not wishing for their destruction Orange and black In a perfect blue sky I lay back in the tall grass I let the ants cover me For the first time in my life I am moving away Moving away Moving away From within the reach of me All the while being held like a, like a, like a big old