Why would I need more than this When this all gives so muchEasy for me to say When I can leave and fly awayBut I'm not ready I want more timeNot being untied So hold me steadyWhile I cast my life Into the past behind meOver and over The winds and the mist statesHeld in the folds of these tectonic tipsOver and overOver and over We step in the same placeUntil it becomes a century tripA century tripA century tripA century tripNo matter whereNo matter whereI goI'll keep you closeAnd thread that needle through the eyeSo I won't lose the love I loveThat I've earnedThat I yearn forBut I won't worryI'll make this dieSo part of me will staySo part of me will staySo part of me will stayOver and overWe'll always be beside meOver and over The winds and the mist statesHeld in the folds of these tectonic tipsOver and over We step in the same placeUntil it becomes a century trendOver and over, the winds and the mist statesHeld in the fold of these tectonic tentsOver and over, we step in the same placeUntil it becomes a century trendOh, ohA century trendOh, ohA century trendA century trendOh, oh