I don't know anything about the depth we shared.
Running through time, I pass through it all.
Kind of sad; rather mad.
And a whole lot of scared.
But it's stripped all down & bare,
In front of you...
That is my softest landing.

So why does such stop me from soaring?
Like a bird told not to chirp in the morning.
Her sounds will come anyway...
Just now have you ever got a sad song.

Tales of a faerie with too much magic.
Running out of room in the cage of your love.