I can't refuse your invitation in
I couldn't lose
The butterflies are rising in my chest
It won't go back again
I can't eat or rest
But I'll be your muse
I can't refuse
The big elation of what I could choose
Big skies are stretching out before us, before us
I could see myself just slipping through your fingers too
Will I just become another past name for you
Like all the rest, but for me a waiting test
I can confess
I don't want to become your quiet guess
The air completely gone inside my lungs
It won't come back again
My song is sung, my song is sung
Big skies are stretching out before us, before us
I could see myself just slipping through your fingers too
Will I just become another past name for you
Like all the rest, but for me a waiting test