I Don't Want the Hour to Fade I Don't Want to Make the Break I Don't Want a Conversation With the Echos of a Dying Nation I Just Want to Spread Your Wings Beneath My Sky
I Don't Want to Pale the Light I Don't Want to Lose You Twice I Don't Want An Explanation Like the Echos in the Waiting Station I Just Want to Spread Your Wings Beneath My Sky
I Don't Want to Forget You I Don't Want a Perfect Blue I Don't Want to Know the Answer Like the Echos of An Aging Dancer Just Want to Spread Your Wings Benesth My Sky
