will break this
If the hands can give me eight more seconds
I'll make my own way out
You'll make your own way out
I will write this over our heads
If you can stop this body repeating
It will stop your hands from shaking
It will stop your body breaking
And the lonely lovers on the top floor
The highest building in town
They'll lay each other down
Each more beautiful than the last
And I'll push her through glass
Then I'll recover and reason
I will open sealed locks
Then you'll regret on what you lost
It's not so real when your awake
More times to move means more times to fake
This is my head low
