I dont want the hour to fade I dont want to make the break I dont want a conversation With the echos of a dying nation I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky I dont want to pale the light I dont want to lose you twice I dont want an explanation Like the echos in the waiting station I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky I dont want to forget you I dont want a perfect blue I dont want to know the answer Like the echos of an aging dancer Just want to spread your wings benesth my sky