Ché Aimee Dorval - Flight lyrics

And so it goes The window left open I find myself drawn To the evening Oh, throw me out I'm already leaving Oh, float me down To my reaping Paint the streets red With my decision Feed the pidgeons With my collision I am beyond all this I wash my hands of it This is my request Wish me the best This is my request Wish me the best Now I fall Now I call I'm colder How much I miss you How bad I miss you