Parachute - Point One

Who will be my parachute?

Lovesick wounded soul

Without wounds where would your power be?

Slowly getting cold, the pain will soon devour me, devour me

Can i find it in you to peel away my immobility?

So that i can know that you truly love me

Who is gonna be there when i fall down?

Who will be my parachute?

Who is gonna hold me when i cry out?

Who will be my parachute?

Who is gonna listen to me when im so defeated?

Who will be my parachute?

Who is gonna care for me when i truly need it?

As im standing here and im feeling low

Who is gonna save my soul?

Who will be my parachute?

I got a fresh hair to split

By the cleanest razor of philosophy

By myself i sit and wonder what is wrong with me, wrong with me

Can i find it in you to peel away my immobility?

So that i can know that you truly love me

Who is gonna be there when i fall down?

Who will be my parachute?

Who is gonna hold me when i cry out?

Who will be my parachute?

Who is gonna listen to me when im so defeated?

Who will be my parachute?

Who is gonna care for me when i truly need it?

As im standing here and im feeling low

Who is gonna save my soul?

Who will be my parachute?