Testo Fly

Uneasy is this soul that breathes This stale air is probably killing me No wind has stirred these trees since I don't know when I hope I fly before I'm in the dirt Oh God lay your hands upon me Oh help me believe in something more than here Desparate arms in desparate need for something, for anything for a spaceship to come down and blow us all away I hope I fly before I'm in the dirt Oh God lay your hands upon me Oh help me believe in something more Oh help me believe in something more So I can feel