You seem so well,
and i’m total as same
Tell me your favorite things,
oh those the trees
and nonverbal scenes you liked
At least, i could tell you
i wasn’t quite right
So tear me apart with your glass
I was holding little fear
How long with your endless dreams
Maybe you were holding me sick
So long, my bird. I'll set you free
You're my rain and pine,
and I'll be your sin
So long, my bird. I'll set you free.
You're my rain and pine,
and I'll be your sin
I holding fears, i was, i was, i was
Honestly i was broken inside and out
But you told me i am so fine.
You might right, i’ll let you free
Oh dear so be it
Maybe my tower’s ablaze
with your fire
But i can still save you so fine
You might hold me
with your tears