Tirate

I have found good things
to endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed

And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And jump

I know you won't do it
Your soliloquy prevails
And I know you won't say
A word of truth

And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And jump

I know you won't do it
The sky falls on the sea
And I know you won't say
A word of truth

I have found good things
to endure
The heat of hunger
When I go to bed

And if you tell me you're leaving
That you don't want to try
Then open the window
And jump