What do you want from me, do you yourself even know? 
Is it me, or love more refined? 
Up above, resting birds, uneasy even so. 
Even if you can't see me they know i'm here at least. 

So what if I'm like a child whose toybox has broken and lost it's key? 
Should I sigh? Should I cry? What's the point? Tell me why 
No good will come even so. 

What do you want from me, do you yourself even know? 
Is it me, or love more refined? 
I can't bear your kind words, not with this tired heart. 
Better that your cruel to me then I should fall apart. 

*So what if I long for things that can't be? 
Those old tales never come true. 
Tales I hear, tales I fear, tales that I may hold dear.  
No good will come even so. 

*Repeat