It’s been going for so long, every day, every time, mallow bruises made at home.
After a while you get numb; sweet little bird, they’ve chained your mind.
Because this world wasn’t meant for feelings. This old place wasn’t built to keep you awake. I know, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried; it doesn’t work. Oh, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried.
It’s been going for too long; every day, every time, a tender spirit goes AWOL.
Tomorrow is already lost; sweet little thing, they’ll crush your heart.
Words are taken hostage; Release them from your gaze.
Because this world wasn’t meant for feelings. This old cage wasn’t built to let you escape. I know, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried; it doesn’t work. Oh, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried. Yes, I’ve tried.
We’re consequences of the things that we’ve done; We blurred the lines that would take us back to home. Too high the wall, too deep down the rabbit hole, we see through our eyelids and we’re learning to sleepwalk. But you’ve been through so much, you cannot begin to explain. If there’s a chance, a chance, a chance, you can return, You know I wait.