My mind cries Of all the possibilities Of you and I And I might find I might die Because of this And how kind That I don't mind I know I'm not much and I cannot be More than what you need From me I dangle from a lead of my own longing And I wish I could be free Can you see Can you see Can you see Can you see
You rely On listening to eulogies Do you even cry And designed You're inner twined Never amiss And I think I'm misaligned Soft to the touch not much more I can be (More than what you need from me) I dangle from a lead of my own longing And I wish I could be free Can you see Can you see Can you see
