Wish I could bottle the clouds
Let them out when I don't want to be
Found wounded and weak
I'll descend through the ground
There's a constant wavering
In my steps, when I speak
Right behind, chasing me
Reaching for my feet
Just when I start to say
The air is getting warm
It all gets taken away
I'll let go of it
I'll let go
There's a constant wavering
In my steps, when I speak
Right behind, chasing me
Reaching for my feet
There's a constant wavering
In my steps, when I speak
Right behind, chasing me
Reaching for my feet
