Unaware - Billie Marten

Soft are your hands on the weight of the world

Making your mark with your delicate touch

Pulling me in, pulling me in

Pulling me in with your natural charm

It’s not air that you’re breathing

It’s the truth you inhale

Stretching out, testing reaches like that endless open rail

It’s not air that you’re breathing

It’s the truth you inhale

You broke

You broke all there was to be broken

You’ve fallen down

But I’ll be, I’ll be watching over all you see

Mind is so clouded and covered in smoke

What isn’t mine is starting to choke

You’re just a flag, you’ll be flying too close

Keep holding on but you’re wanting to be wild

And it’s true 'bout what they say

When you’re young and unaware

But the mind can still go forward of what lies elsewhere

And it’s true 'bout what they say

When you’re young and unaware

You broke

You broke all there was to be broken

You’ve fallen down

But I’ll be, I’ll be watching over all you see

You broke

You broke all there was to be broken

You’ve fallen down

But I’ll be, I’ll be watching over all you see