| I Despair |
| In your hands I'm trying In your hands I'm trying flight I can't die I'm flying in the cold breeze every night Spare me all the strife My desires never tire But would it be much better if I died? Petty highs get me by But how much longer must I live with this disguise Have you no direction? I just sense pretentious signs In your highs I hear the same old stories every night |