You
Have winterfrost in your hair
You
Could be what I missed for years

Bonded, blindfolded, but breaking out
Here's to life and here's to living
Find it, and burn it, and bleed it out
Then come too me, slightly cut

And you'll soar through me
Like a sixpack of beers or a torrent of tears
You soar through me
Like a song turned up high or a madly blue sky
And I feel
Yes I feel
Much moore
I feel
Yes I feel
Less tired and wired and blatantly out of it all

And if there's something for me here
Go on and throw it in my face
And if it all explodes, it still be worth it, when…

You soar through me...