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 me for the better part of me turning 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 believe but 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 me for the better part of me