Waiting Test

I can't refuse your invitation in I couldn't lose The butterflies are rising in my chest It won't go back again I can't eat or rest But I'll be your muse I can't refuse The big elation of what I could choose Big skies are stretching out before us, before us I could see myself just slipping through your fingers too Will I just become another past name for you Like all the rest, but for me a waiting test I can confess I don't want to become your quiet guess The air completely gone inside my lungs It won't come back again My song is sung, my song is sung Big skies are stretching out before us, before us I could see myself just slipping through your fingers too Will I just become another past name for you Like all the rest, but for me a waiting test