i didn't know.
the circumstances aren't there.
it won't stop being dismal out.
never used to long for open skies
but now i want to break through the clouds
and out of my skin...
every time i find the window of chance
you come along and break the glass.
the circumstances aren't there.
it won't stop being dismal out.
never used to long for open skies
but now i want to break through the clouds
and out of my skin...
every time i find the window of chance
you come along and break the glass.
