Olden times

I'll sew you up
This one last time.
Feel my needle,
Stop our goodbyes.

Make your kite fly high,
Let the scars rush through you.
If that don't make your body come alive,
Then we'll have to bleed you.
I'll try to believe that you'll breathe once again,
Like olden times.

Please don't go to sleep,
I need your eyes
They help me think
That what i do is right.

Make your kite fly high,
Let the scars rush through you.
If that don't make your body come alive,
Then we'll have to bleed you.
I'll try to believe that you'll breathe once again,
Like olden times.

I'll fill you up
With scars from the sky.
I'll strap you down
And pray you come alive.
And when you try to run you will see
The only one that loves you is me.

Make your kite fly high,
Let the scars rush through you.
If that don't make your body come alive,
Then we'll have to bleed you.
I'll try to believe that you'll breathe once again,
Like olden times.