feed that mouth before it bleeds
you're overabundant in all your needs

i have trained for my whole life
this suits us all, our hands are tied
to weather it, to reach above
to be better than this careless whisperer

everything that i do
is a product of how much i love you
and all that we will face
is reaching out and over our airspace

and in the end, its never wrong
because who you love is where you are
i cut it close to let it out
my heart if full of this rage and this fear of doubt

over and over
these lovers they quarrel 
you sink 'til you swim
it gets weaker with torture

my land is your hand
reaching to the corner
it swells while you sing 
to your treasure [bad word] 
believe that the fate
you've laid out's not too late
for perfect ambition 
your love and your vision