Lyrics

If you break your wrists, you'll find another kind of gold bread and wine If you feel the sun, let it touch your lips and open your hands to mine I know that I'm not meant to last with my head against the glass I am thinking too fast, I am thinking too slow Future influences past and I am ready to go I am thinking too slow, I am thinking too slow I am thinking too slow, I am thinking too slow I am thinking too slow, I am thinking too slow I am thinking too slow, I am thinking too slow I am thinking too slow ??? I am thinking too fast, I am thinking too slow Future influences past and I am ready to go I am thinking too slow, I am thinking too slow I am thinking too slow