So full of wrong.
So full of slight instinct.
Not yet intuition but I cannot help let the desperation cling.
So full of sting
So full of weighted data
I'll let you take me for all my wishes are directed homeward bound
So full of sound
So full of verdance
If in one moment I could think of you I would relinquish controlling it all
So full of mercy
So empty of me.
I'll let you take me there if that's where you want to
Go.