Can't You Tell کے بول

Bright blue sky, the little sea let the Sun warm in its way to me Feeling love to a distant mass it's all in my hands, don't mend fences Where they tear and pull the wind from the thinning air Hold it tight, but don't go pell-mell I'm ready, can't you tell? Fall forward and then look back, gotta rock steady and stay on track Look ahead where our future hides, but the world waits wide-eyed if we Care, we can have it all and if we don't Then it's good because such a fine Fervor you compel I'm ready, can't you tell? Can't you tell? Can't you tell? I'm ready Can't you tell?