Woorden: Offspring. Rise and Fall, Rage and Grace. Fix You.

She wakes up, rage and grace
Pulling me closer, pushing away
And me, the sharpest thorn on your vine
Twisting and turning, we're all intertwined

Broken wing, empty glass
Words that scream and bounce right back
She says, "You know, we'd all like to rearrange"

I wish I could fix you
And make you how I want you
Wish I could fix you
And I wish you could fix me

I wish I could heal you
And mend where you are broken
Wish I could heal you
And I wish you could heal me

The beaming sunrise buries the night
The setting sun destroys the light
And she says, "Baby, I've got to get going"
Cutting each other without even knowing

She sees a million stars like holes in the sky
All Gods tears for her they cry
And I am in her rein

I wish I could fix you
And make you how I want you
Wish I could fix you
And I wish you could fix me

I wish I could heal you
And mend where you are broken
Wish I could heal you
And I wish you could heal me

Broken wing, empty glass
Words that scream and bounce right back
She says, "You know, we'd all like to rearrange"