I left my heart at home
Somewhere, I don’t know
Fed it to the lions
In some act of violence
I’m feeling vague and I can’t seem to concentrate
On things that matter most; I’m slipping into the unknown
I’m no more. I’m not around
To hold your hand
We’re strangers, I’m sorry
I’m not around
To hold your hand
The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me
I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here
The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me
I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here
The night turns into the day, the sun eludes me
I don’t think I’m supposed to be happy here
So
I
Run
Away
From
This
From
My-self
I
Drift
With
The wind
The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep
The branches stop to ask
When are you coming back
The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep
The branches stop to ask
When are you coming back
And I wake up and fucking spit in their face
Just because we're rooted doesn't mean we're in place
The sound of swaying trees helps me to fall asleep
The branches stop to ask
When are you coming back
At night I drift away
At night I drift away
At night I drift away
At night I drift away