I Am Not Lefthanded - Brace Brace

Brace Brace

I used to believe in darkened rooms
Wrestling in the shadows
Racing with my monsters
Cause there's honour in a fresh and open wound
In wading through the shallows
And testing my responses.

Now there’s you. I'm done.
Like waking up and blinking off the sun.
No-one, had made me reconsider this success.
Cause yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own.
But we overflow.
The hardest part of flying is letting go.

Small scrapes are hidden by the views
The mountains hold our shadows
Until we’re dashed upon them.

Now there’s you. I'm done.
Like waking up and blinking off the sun.
No-one, had made me reconsider this success.
Cause yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own.
But we overflow.
The hardest part of flying is letting go.

And there's so little hope for landing,
But I would rather make a stand,
and take your hand and crash.

Now there’s you. I'm done.
Like waking up and blinking off the sun.
No-one, had made me reconsider this success.
And yes, the morning star burns brighter on its own.
But we know the the hardest part of flying is letting go.

So little hope for landing,
I brace myself to crash.
So little hope for landing...