Walking away from the fear in my boots, again.
Maybe we've found ourselves, or someone else.
And every night I wake from
shaking knees, again.
Maybe we've found ourselves, or someone else.
But wait, there's more.
Because it feels too good to let
go.
And time has not been a friend of mine.
Over the years we spent,
What makes us break like this?
And I'm closer
now.
Would you still care for me?
Walking away from the fear in my boots, again.
Maybe we've found ourselves, or someone
else.
Gaze the glided gear.
What's with the fear down here?
Gazed and mesmerize.
What's with the fear down
here?
Carl, would you still care?
For me?
Gaze the glided gear.
Gaze the glided gear.
What's with the fear down
here?
Gazed and mesmerize.
What's with the fear down here?
Mark.