Tell me you're a wounded sold
Ya ain't had much luck but grace is
In the eye of the beholder
I carried you on my should
Ooh
Take a shot at decen
If i heard your voice on the other line
Unceremonious
The shadows of a lie or
A state of emergency
I've be
Ooh
I catch your same dis
Bow like a weeping willow
Buckling at the kn
Begging you ple
It's a lo
You always g
And I'm too w
So when you k
When you a
We both h
When you f
When you
It's a lo
Tell me I'm your lucky ch
We defy gravity again
Somehow make it out unharm
And I have my thoughts about it but
I carry you in my a
Ooh