Feed the light, I want to fight about it now
You won't be lost, you won't be found
You won't be lost, you won't be called out by me
For sure
For sure
I love
But you still believe that blossoms on the stand
When hit with cold hard wind
It's not the end
Just changing climate
For sure
Be sure
To feel the light
Just feel the right
to
To get it wrong
It's not the end
It never ends
You won't be lost
You won't be found
Unless you want
To be found
To be found
To be found