Taking on seven years the holy ghost had left alone
Test my arms, kick like crazy, IÂ’ve been trying way too long.
Only push the way off to find you
IÂ’m sorry, IÂ’m sorry, IÂ’m not sure
Getting off my chest, the story ends.
I would find a way without
tell him his eyes see too clear
I would find a way without you
tell him his eyes see too clear
that mistake was gold and I know
without you, is something that I could never do
That was why, staple the eyes and seven dates for me to
Sell machines and tear on .