Oh life a wasted morning I don't fit under a magnifying gla** 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