Sitting close, under hush of mother told me

We're not waiver

We load you on cities too much

It is too

Take this cross

Somehow I'm lost without my anchor

Cut this rope I never wash

I am sunk with out this anchor

Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor

It is too much

Now I'm numb wanna cut me with their razors

Well, they will cut you with their razors

We spoke soft we lived across i was unstable

We load you on cities too much

It is too

Now I'm struck with the beauty of this favor

It is too much

Now I'm numb wanna cut me with their razors

Well, they will cut you with their razors