Peace loves the calm waters
I carry my words in my hands
Sleeping in your quarters
I bury my face in your plans
Feather bed bare is it fair now
I don’t wanna take it to the court for me to lose
This is a free falling
Drop of a falcon in flight
Fog in the night forming
I can be whatever you want right
Feather weight fighter in the ring now
I don’t wanna trip up on a wire too soon
Trees love the wet summer
I carry my heart in a bag
Covered in brown paper
If you put a lighter to that
Paper fine line
There’s enough signs
I don’t wanna talk about it
I don’t wanna lose
Kerosene dreams
There’s enough scenes
I don’t wanna think about it
I don’t wanna bruise
Paper fine line
There’s enough signs
I don’t wanna talk about it
I don’t wanna lose
Kerosene dreams
There’s enough scenes
I don’t wanna think about it
I don’t wanna bruise