Chorus Of The Birds

I die for the space between

I can see you in front of me

We wrestle with Scars

That separate

On the other side of things

We're covered with different wings

The lines that we walk are thin

Never falling down

Always wear the crown

All above the crowd

Will you walk with me?

Will you die with me?

At a place don't make me find a better way

Will you fly with me?

Will you dance with me?

At a place don't make me find a better way

The skies we fly today

The cars we drive away

Aprehensive soul in me

Separates

I need to touch your eyes

Meet this fall and roll the dice

At a place so far away

We can leave this game behind

And we'll run to the only one

Then we'll find ourselves today