Lyrics Point of View - Beharie

Always been one of the few
Straining my way out to make a point of view
Easily caught by the wind
My lips have melted off, off my skin

What am I?
What am I?
Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky

My head rolling in the dirt
It's like a mountain of aged paperworks
Up so high, touching the moon
I'd like to call you up, won't happen soon

So hold the line (hold the line)
Hold the line (hold the line)
Built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh...

So hold the line (hold the line)
Hold the line (hold the line)
I'm built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky

So hold the line (hold the line)
Hold the line (hold the line)
I'm built up by tiny bits fallen from the sky