Calm disciple, the symmetry of touch
Unmasked in fiction, I breathe you in
I drank your poison and spun its gold
But I don´t feel so rich
It all depends on you
Don´t be so shy
I held your life
It´s who I used to be
Lay down at 17
Don´t be so shy
It´s who I used to be
Gave up at 17
Don´t raise the dead
I won´t back down if you say
We lived through the ice age to carve our angel wings
And my feet start to tingle as we reach for higher ground