Oh life a wasted morning
I don't fit under a magnifying glass
All dry times
I can see which way its gonna end up going
Don't think like those cracks are showing
It's not terminal
Be fit again tomorrow
And leave your tired memories back there
If I reach out of here
I can touch your fingertips
Stretch and grab my hand
And I will do the same
Somewhere a power of good times
I build a tower to get closer to the light so I see
I've got two sets of keys
Out through the front door out through the fields and
Should I fire on the one that
Took me away
Or the one
That brought me back again
If I reach out of here
I can touch your fingertips
Stretch and grab my hand
And I will do the same
I don't need you
No I don't need you
But when your looks are fading
My moods have improved
Yeah when we want instead of needing
And I'm coming back for you
And I
Reach out of here
I can touch your fingertips
Stretch and grab my hand
And I will do the same
