I'm so tired of saying i'm sorry
I won't be your excuse to worry
You got me sleeping on my feet,
Holding me down,
Now i'm ready
I'm ready to break
Made it on my flight instructions
Hope i'm going the right direction
In that good tension
Wait for heaven's ascension
I'm liable to break
I spent fourteen hours on the
Fifteenth floor
I was looking for keys to the con-
Necting door
Now my head is aching,
My mind is racing
Through the cracks in the ceiling
So i think about leaving
Thought i heard your key in the lock
Must have been an aftershock
Even in your reflection
In your golden eyes
I can't help but feeling
Surrounded sometimes . . . .