Trying to be busy playing on your ground As if something made you impervious to anything around Though you’re falling, something’s feeling better not because of you Summer lurks over you…
Don’t compare what you were and what you had In His air you ain’t choosing your own path
Man, are you walking your aching body home? ‘Cause someone dropped a line, that saturates you to the bone And then you tell me, that your kite broke off its lines and flew away Heaven turned into grey…
Don’t compare what you were and what you had In His air you ain’t choosing your own path