Are you holding back
Like I think you are?
Are you hiding your scars
And keeping your heart afar?
When the birds no longer flap their wings
And I grow thin,
Would you still be willing
To wait for spring?
Are you holding back
Like I think you are?
Are you hiding your scars
And keeping your heart afar?
When the birds no longer flap their wings
And I grow thin,
Would you still be willing
To wait for spring?