Falter — текст песни (Hundred Reasons)

in my hands good fortune caress my equal with slightest touch sound of your voice keeps me still and i`m sorry i avoid your questions i`d never falter now that we`re even explain why you will take while you can it`s never even while we lay still here alone a place to run it`s colder and peace of mind takes its own time for us in the same breath we argue and it must be a sign of closeness i guess