Better Part Of Me

Gliding like a bird

I pick the blue out of your eyes

Hi-jack a plane to France

If we could watch the moon and dance across the street into above, I would never leave

but i know i have to go sometime

your hold on me is stronger than the alcohol that's slowly killing me

so i'm searching for the better

searching for the better

the better part of mefor the better part of meturning up the fan

to keep the smoke out of my eyes so that i can see

like a cloudy sky

i'm holding on and staying high

trying to believebut we all have to go some time

your hold on me is stronger than the gravity that's slowly crushing me

so i'm searching for the better

searching for the better

the better part of mefor the better part of me