Brace Brace

I used to believe in darkened rooms Wrestling in the shadows Racing with my monsters Cause there's honour in a fresh and open wound In wading through the shallows And testing my responses Now there's you. I'm done Like waking up and blinking off the sun No-one, had made me reconsider this success Cause yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own But we overflow The hardest part of flying is letting go Small scrapes are hidden by the views The mountains hold our shadows Until we're dashed upon them Now there's you. I'm done Like waking up and blinking off the sun No-one, had made me reconsider this success Cause yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own But we overflow The hardest part of flying is letting go And there's so little hope for landing But I would rather make a stand And take your hand and crash Now there's you. I'm done Like waking up and blinking off the sun No-one, had made me reconsider this success And yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own But we know the the hardest part of flying is letting go So little hope for landing I brace myself to crash So little hope for landing