She knows the day and places I won't go But if I did I'd make her follow A trail of seeds that leads across the road And colors like a raven's shadow
Our love in the climate of our grief Our heels are the wheels of nothing
I took chances when I think I'm alone With self-control and approaches Megan No barriers, no boundaries for her Her touch is like a raven's shadow
Our love in the climate of a grieve Our love is the shape of nothing
I climb to the sky, float smiling My hands are the cross I'm holding
I smile as the rope cuts through me So cold in this London summer
And I'm waiting this time And I'm waiting this time And I'm waiting this time And I'm waiting this time That I'm waiting the time