i'll take the red on top of the white lines
i'll take the pictures that make you feel fine
it's all air - it's all empty
we squint and we walk by
and the story sings like a dancer
she is somewhere waiting for answers
of a heart that's failed -
her heart has held your eyes
AND MAYBE
WE'LL NEVER SEE THE CHANGE
WE HAD WORKED SO HARD TO
BE THERE WHEN YOU CLOSED YOUR EYES
MAYBE I MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO SAY WE MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO DIE
there is a wavering that we see now
and i am waiting to be between now
someone you - someone so
you know, i should try/fly
WHILE MAYBE
WE'LL NEVER SEE THE CHANGE
WE HAD WORKED SO HARD TO
BE THERE WHEN YOU CLOSED YOUR EYES
WELL MAYBE I MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO SAY WE MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO DIE
be the first to die...
and the story glides like a dancer
and in her wings there is no one to answer
it's all air - it's all light - it's all there...
MAYBE
WE'LL NEVER SEE THE CHANGE
WE HAD WORKED SO HARD TO
BE THERE WHEN YOU CLOSED YOUR EYES
MAYBE I MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO SAY
WE HAD NEVER SEEN THE CHANGE
WE HAD WORKED SO HARD TO
BE THERE WHEN YOU CLOSED YOUR EYES
MAYBE I MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO SAY WE MIGHT
BE THE FIRST TO DIE