Sick of this ceiling and tired of the bedroom floor
Swimming in the hallway, looking for an open door
I've tried to sleep, I've sung these songs before
They come back to me in different colours
These shadows and numbers are staring me down
Yeah, I hate the feeling they're hanging around
Ah, maybe this time, maybe this time we'll be fine
We could make shapes out of old ways
Watch them fight the sky
The mind is a cage no bird is used to
When we fly
Whatever we make is never a waste of time
Breathing my demons
Funny how they all blow smoke
Talking to the good ones
And laughing at the songs we wrote
I've had this dream, a little less intense when I'm sleeping
And my tongue keeps speaking different colours
These shadows and numbers keep staring me down
Ooo, you know I hate it when they do that
Ah, maybe this time, maybe this time we'll be fine
We could make shapes out of old ways
Watch them fight the sky
The mind is a cage no bird is used to
When we fly
Whatever we make is never a waste of time
Ah, maybe this time, maybe this time we'll be fine
We could make shapes out of old ways
Watch them fight the sky
The mind is a cage no bird is used to
When we fly
Whatever we make is never a waste of time
Never a waste, never a waste of time
Never a waste, never a waste of time