I sit here in a refrain
Sunshine brushes my face
Wanderlust remains
Needing to bend time and space
On the edge of something
Needing the faith to jump
When will I?
If not soon, I will surely die
I sit here in a refrain
Sunshine brushes my face
Wanderlust remains
Needing to bend time and space
On the edge of something
Needing the faith to jump
When will I?
If not soon, I will surely die