These Terms

Here we go thinking we might not
Find a different view in our heads
There's a goal in every second
While the thoughts will hold us anyway
Nowhere near their other secrets
Our lies kept in a bottle far away

And I know that I lost this
Need to find back, to put to words, ooh
While I fear that I won't see
That I can't breathe my fear away, no
Keep me close so I won't harm
And I'll love some souls on my way

Keep things slow for every day now
So our past won't be in our way
To keep balanced energies to
Breathe somehow the sorrow away

And I know that I lost this
Need to find back, to put to words, ooh
While I fear that I won't see
That I can't breathe my fear away, no
Keep me close so I won't harm
And I'll love some souls on my way

And there's nothing to groove around
When fear has all the chance
To get me on my way
These terms won't make me stay
And there's nothing to groove around
When fear has all the chance
To get me on my way
These terms won't make me stay
And there's nothing to groove around
When fear has all the chance
To get me on my way
These terms won't make me stay