on a morning like any other one
a storm of wings in another life
each time you move and shake it away
the holding pattern stays the same
let's wait again
for the blind rush in
a new desire
just a plain warning
such a plain warning
at the end will we lose these memories
oh no - we'll never miss a thing
i've lost my place holder
a broken hand alone with empty strings
let's wait again
for the blind rush in
a new desire
just a plain warning
such a plain warning
a plain warning
can we start over
a new desire