Paroles: Whitley. I.

I want to be on a far off star
I want to know where I got this scar
I'll leave alone to where I once flew
Out of my heart where the wild things grew
But I want to live to see all my days
And I want to give and right my wrong ways
It's scary I know, the places we go
But I want to live
Until I'm on the floor and I've bled out for you
I want to see all the killers drown
In the blood that they drew from the book that they found
And as they sink through wars morning dew
I hope they can breathe and are found anew
But I want to live to see all my days
And I want to give and right my wrong ways
It's scary I know, the places we go
But I want to live
Until I'm on the floor
Clear blue sky
I will make you cry
Until I've bled out for you