Final Days

Like air you fly my hand. Then you fly around in circles Above my head again. Again and again, again You choosing not to stare, Then you playing secret music They won't get understand. It's a higher. Is it worth it? It's a pressing on my brain And is a something, is it nothing Keeping my heart under the shade. So I don't want those final days, I don't want those final days. You lying in a place And you mixing up some grace, So I don't want those final days. So you like to be alone, When there is so much there to wonder And you are unexpectedly, and you are funny, funny, funny. 'Cause you play, you start a game And you bringing up your aces, And your sweetness is untainted, and it's lovely. It's a higher. Is it worth it? It's a pressing on my brain And is a something, is it nothing Keeping my heart under the shade. So I don't want those final days, I don't want those final days. You lying in a place And you mixing up some grace, So I don't want those final days. Like I fly you wanna to cover, You wanna be right by my side. Like stone with his color There is no reason here to hide, There is no reason here to hide, There is no reason here to hide. 'Cause I don't want those final days, I don't want those final days. You lying in a place And you mixing up some grace, So I don't want those final days