Can't try the flying
You know I've been near
You know how bear me up

Take your time in morning life
There's nobody here
There's nobody here


When you feel too much to ever let you
We turn it up, turn it down,

Turn it on, turn it roundingly

When you just don't come to see

And what to believe

You are to love the trick to turn

what's not so pretty into something more beautiful
It's the same place that I learned to turn
Walk up in sorrow into some kind of mercy


When I feel too much to ever let you
We turn it up, turn it down,

Turn it on, turn it roundingly
Then I'll just don't come to see
And want to believe