A little wind can make you soar in the sky
A wrong turn could just as easily end your life
All I need is just a taste
A small amount, no need to waste
A little for my lips, just a kiss
I’ll never ask for more than this
Surplusage has the same effect
As watching a flower drown to death
Say hello and extend your hand
Let the breeze construct your plan
All it takes is a tiny bullet in the middle of my fragile head
and I’m dead…
Don’t kill me yet-
There is a delicate balance between up before its down
between a noisy roar and a glorious sound
All I need is all I have
Excess can be just as bad
as nothing at all…
let it rise and fall…
A wrong turn could just as easily end your life
A little wind can make you soar in the sky
There’s a tiny line between my life and my death
and its a just one breath…