I'd be better off if I could understand the vacancy between Where I'm going, where you live and where my soul's supposed to be Do I take your touch for granted now that I know I am not the seeker? Hell, I'll never make the Palisades, and you won't either If I wait Where will I land? A downed robin, my wings in your hand Hold still, I keep shaking in The fire of the night, you started wars inside the corners of my chest The vicious look inside your eyes when you lit my skin likе a match But I would never treat mе in the way you did after the confession Hell, I'll never make it your age, learned your lesson If I wait Where will I land? A downed robin, my wings in your hand I keep shaking in So I just breathe, breathe you all in Like I'm starving for your oxygen But, goddamn it, you know that you're just too good for my show And I'm scared 'cause I know that I'm still not ready to do it alone