And after tourniquet fights on my veins Then I'll begin again Rhythms are burned from the glare From the wing on a plane So without thinking I respond
Look at me now I am out of sight Carrying a torch but the light ain't that bright
The air dry breeds clear Thoughts are levelheaded I'll be no use to my self once when I'm dead And though I trusted I was lied to by my own I bare no grouch and I carry no milestone
Look at me now I am out of sight Carrying a torch but the light ain't that bright