These Terms

Here we go thinking we might not

Find a different view in our heads

There's a goal in every second

While the thoughts will hold us anyway

Nowhere near their other secrets

Our lies kept in a bottle far away

And I know that I lost this

Need to find back, to put to words, ooh

While I fear that I won't see

That I can't breathe my fear away, no

Keep me close so I won't harm

And I'll love some souls on my way

Keep things slow for every day now

So our past won't be in our way

To keep balanced energies to

Breathe somehow the sorrow away

And I know that I lost this

Need to find back, to put to words, ooh

While I fear that I won't see

That I can't breathe my fear away, no

Keep me close so I won't harm

And I'll love some souls on my way

And there's nothing to groove around

When fear has all the chance

To get me on my way

These terms won't make me stay

And there's nothing to groove around

When fear has all the chance

To get me on my way

These terms won't make me stay

And there's nothing to groove around

When fear has all the chance

To get me on my way

These terms won't make me stay