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
