Give me every little word your mind will let you say
I don't care if it takes a while, cause what's another day
Holding on tight
Won't let go of mine
Every month I'm getting sicker of the vulgar moon
Cause the poets made it look and feel and shine like you
Get down from the sky
I didn't make you this high
Would it kill you if I told you I'm not made of glass
Cause while I liked it being delicate, a diamond's hard
It might not be alright
But baby,
Watch me come alive
Can a badly balanced cocktail be a wishing well?
Cause if I loom over it long enough I start to melt
Teach me to fly
I think I'm alive