Morgan and the Hidden Hands

Olden Times
I'll sew you upThis one last timeFeel my needleStop our goodbyesMake your kite fly highLet the scars rush through youIf that don't make your body come aliveThen we'l have to bleed youI'll try to believe that you'll breathe, once again!Like olden times.Please don't go to sleepI need your eyesThey help me thinkThat what I do is right.I'll fill you upWith scars from the skyI'll strap you downAnd pray you come aliveAnd when you try to run you will seeThe only one that loves you is me.Please make your kite fly highFeel the scars rush through you From Letras Mania