Flight (Casualties of Cool)

And So it goes The Window left open I find myself drawn To the evening Or throw me out I’m already leaving Or float me down To my dreaming Paint the streets red With my decision Feed the pigeons With my colluded vision I am beyond all this I wash my hands of this This is my request Wish me the best This is my request Wish me the best Now I’m falling Now I’m calling I go Ave Maria All we wanted to say How much I miss you How much I miss you All we wanted to say How bad I miss you How bad I miss you