Wait for my state You're counting the colors And perfectly matching The wings with the air Of a bird next to you That's from a place you never knew Take cities back This season has to change Once you've said Look back and Pray for a whisper This must begin with Painful accidents Jim was pulling you (Jim was pulling you) He was pulling you out Make all the sense again We built a new choice So they can cover on the law Of a new sense You breath in We put on a shell and Take all the worries out again I can't believe that What we used to think It's lost give in... with the mind