Paradise Lost

I Despair

In your hands I'm trying
In your hands I'm trying flight
I can't die
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 feel much better if I died?
Petty highs - get me by but how long must I live with this disguise …
Have you no direction? I just sense pretentious signs …
In your highs
Have you no direction?
I just sense the pretentious signs
In your highs ...
I hear the same old stories every night
Spare me all the strife
My desires never tire
But would it fell much better if I died?
Petty highs - get me by
But how long must I live with this disguise …