I don't want the hour to fade I don't want to make the break I don't want a conversation With the echos of a dying nation I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky I don't want to pale the light I don't want to lose you twice I don't want an explanation Like the echos in the waiting station I just want to spread your wings beneath my sky I don't want to forget you I don't want a perfect blue I don't want to know the answer Like the echos of an aging dancer Just want to spread your wings benesth my sky