Bottlenecks - Beeside
The miracle of life in your handmade dress
The randomness of cars in these bottlenecks
The ardor of this land that burns up your skin
And heats up your will to leave
Your movements in the air drawing foreign lines
The deepness of your breath charging up my spine
Dumb like a traffic light I'm stuck in my own rules
They'll help me to prove that I'm true
You've spent so many years keeping me alive
You're still hiding your own fears to pretend you're fine
I'm well aware of all these things but now what can I do
I can't pay for you
I was ruining your life and everything I could
I've told so many lies I could fill a book
I just wanted you to overcome these bottlenecks
Since the day we met
I still see you like a baby
Tiny hands and sparkling eyes
The way you speak the way you breathe
Still you've got no plumes on your skin
I still see you like a baby
Tiny hands and sparkling eyes
The way you speak the way you breathe
Still you've got no plumes on your skin
I still see you like a baby
Tiny hands and sparkling eyes
The way you speak the way you breathe
Still you've got no plumes on your skin
Is what you be is what you be is what you be