Cutting Scattering

Our pace is too slow
A cutting scattering
With steps away of the end

My reflex show a distant being
We walk hand in hand
Tell me how I'll walk

I try to face you
And the end of all your questions
We're ready to swin upstairs

Let me fall there
For all I search nothing
In my condition to live up
So much calm days

I try to face you
And the end of all your questions
We're ready to swin upstairs

Throw your problems to me
I'll get right with you
I'll get right with you
I'll get right with you
I'll get right with you

I try to face you
And the end of all your questions
We're ready to swin upstairs