Lyrics

My messenger bag, in my bandaged hand and unfortunate change of plans. I know I am quite accident prone.
My notebook of numbers, with advise fom my brother, unfinished letters to someone, other than the reason, my mother says I'm terribly thin.

I catch my breath, and finish your sentences.
A suddenly, So suddenly.

I found this treasure with a fairer weather bird, that was down to it's last feather friend, still I pretend to be so sure. That there, are those who get what they deserve, and from everything I have observed, from being so scared of heights.

I run my bath, an invitation of sorts I guess, or providence, so suddly.

A suddenly, in many ways, I am in so many ways I am.

I catch my beath, and finish your sentences, a suddenly. A suddenly,