Thrice - A Song For Milly Michaelson
Well you know I hardly speak;
and when I do, it's just for you.
I haven't said a word in weeks;
because they've been keeping me from you.
But there's a way where there's a will;
you know I got no need for stairs.
So step out on the windowsill,
and fall with me into the air.
Here we go, hold on tight and don't let go;
I won't ever let you fall.
I love the night
and flying o'er these city lights;
but I love you most of all.
And there's something you should know girl;
you should have died that day
when you fell reaching for the rose.
But baby I was there to save you.
Here we go, hold on tight and don't let go;
I won't ever let you fall.
I love the night and flying o'er these city lights;
but I love you most of all.
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