Echoes To You

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