Copeland

When the time comes around I'll breaking,
but for now I'll go mad, I'll lose my mind,
thinking like this, makes it hard to find,
what i am looking for in the dark,
the lights dim and the room begins to spin,
hold me steady, hold me close,
you're my high, but this is all my lows,

cope, with the fact that I'm impaired,
further than ever from being repaired,
land, with both feet on the ground,
when you come back from the clouds,
being willing to stitch up lose ends,
only then we will be able to start to begin,

although I'll never speak aloud,
my actions will speak louder in the crowd,
parts and pieces scattered on the floor,
grab the hot blue and build me again,
sparks will fly when we lock our lips,
bring me warmth, bring me closer,
if you will be the sounds, I'll be the composer,

cope, with the fact that I'm impaired,
further than ever from being repaired,
land, with both feet on the ground,
when you come back from the clouds,
being willing to stitch up lose ends,
only then we will be able to start to begin,

by these hands, i'll reach outward,
help me progress as much forward,
move with me, let's dance in sync,

this boy needs, you that girl,
my eyes blink but remains bright,
the truth is I can't last alone,
just hold your cold hands in mine tonight,

cope, with the fact that I'm impaired,
further than ever from being repaired,
land, with both feet on the ground,
when you come back from the clouds,
being willing to stitch up lose ends,
only then we will be able to start to begin,