Sitting close, under hush of mother told me
We`re not waiver
We load you on cities too much
It is too
Take this cross
Somehow I`m lost without my anchor
Cut this rope I never wash
I am sunk with out this anchor
Now I`m struck with the beauty of this favor
It is too much
Now I`m numb wanna cut me with their razors
Well, they will cut you with their razors
We spoke soft we lived across i was unstable
We load you on cities too much
It is too
Now I`m struck with the beauty of this favor
It is too much
Now I`m numb wanna cut me with their razors
Well, they will cut you with their razors