Wanna say the Savior
Wanna say the fall
Wanna reach and touch the ground
Not that it means anything
Wanna play the savior
Wanna play the fall
Flyin' through the air like a runaway train
And I never saw your face again
I piece together my existense
From things I found along the way
I keep them in this little bag of mine
On the way from the sadness
Seeing why I wanna pray
And a simple way to find those things in spades
Chance of meyer gone
Wanna see you catch another butterfly
Wanna see you catch one
Wanna lay the land
Wanna see you catch another butterfly
Wanna see you catch one
Wanna lay the land son...
Enjoy- searching for daylight'

INVIA LE CORREZIONI