Here I am looking for answers. Driven hard with no thought of surrender. If I knew where I could find them. I could spare you the act of a madman Shot down, scared to fall. Where do I belong? Wind
Verse 1. Carved earth, cold. Hiding from you in this skin, so old. I'll come clean. Everyone everyone knows it's me. . Pre-Chorus. And if I recover, will you be my comfort?. Or it can be over,