If I'm the apple of my father's eye, why do I bend, why do I break on the whims of everything?
And father, do you hold me like a kite, engaged to the wind, but then only held down by a string?
When I just want to be loved
And you know I'm not one for standing still, but I can feel your heart beating in everything
So I'll stand still to know you
When I just want to be loved
And you are the air that I breath, when I just want to be loved
You are the ocean on my feet, when I just want to be loved
So I will stand still to know you more
