Please Carry Me.

She says This is me.

This is my life, what you see.

She says This is me.

This is my life, what you see.

You think you found another way down, another road with a different sound.

And you think you see through the misery, through the winding time and the turning leaves.

So you think you’d fall down on your knee’s, begging to something: Please carry me.

He says This is me.

This is my life, what you see.

He says This is me.

This is my life, what you see.

And I think I found another way down, another road with a different sound.

And I think I see through the misery, through the winding time and the turning leaves.

So I think I’d fall down on my knee’s, begging to something: Please carry me.