Brace Brace

I used to believe in darkened rooms

Wrestling in the shadows

Racing with my monsters

Cause there's honour in a fresh and open wound

In wading through the shallows

And testing my responses

Now there’s you. I'm done

Like waking up and blinking off the sun

No-one, had made me reconsider this success

Cause yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own

But we overflow

The hardest part of flying is letting go

Small scrapes are hidden by the views

The mountains hold our shadows

Until we’re dashed upon them

Now there’s you. I'm done

Like waking up and blinking off the sun

No-one, had made me reconsider this success

Cause yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own

But we overflow

The hardest part of flying is letting go

And there's so little hope for landing

But I would rather make a stand

And take your hand and crash

Now there’s you. I'm done

Like waking up and blinking off the sun

No-one, had made me reconsider this success

And yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own

But we know the the hardest part of flying is letting go

So little hope for landing

I brace myself to crash

So little hope for landing