Desperate

At season's turn you were afraid To see the world in different shades Hold it close, hold it tight Desperate, knuckles white Desperate Never knowing what this will become We're just tying knots that only come undone Feel it slipping out from underneath your thumb I think we're done Follow the breeze it's all you can do You hold it close, you hold it tight Desperate, knuckles white You don't feel right, you don't feel right You don't feel right, you don't feel right Shifting sands, falling leaves Swirling storms, waving seas We're all caught in the breeze In the breeze, in the breeze