Be Here - Dead Poet Society

My tongue is on fire

Fresh, from the blood of a midnight fight

Please don’t explain to me love, life, and bills

You don’t get it, no you

You don’t get it, do you?

You don’t get it but there’s blue right above your head

Oh lucky to be here

Clear in the past like Glass in the rain

Afraid of the wire

And she talks like the sun is the only thing up inside her

Please don’t explain to me love, life, and bills

You don’t get it, no you

You don’t get it, do you?

You don’t get it but there’s blue right above your head

Oh lucky to be here

Clear in the past like Glass in the rain

Oh tied into nothing

And we want nothing else than glass in the rain

You’re breathing

And that fact alone is deceiving

I’m coming, I’m outside

Into your light it’s the right time

I wanted you

I wanted you

I needed no

I wanted you

I wanted you

I wanted you

I wanted the blue right above your heard

Oh lucky to be here

Clear in the past like Glass in the rain

Oh tied into nothing

And we want nothing else than glass in the rain