Would’ve been nice to have had some kind of warning something to prepare me for dock days like this would’ve been in the church early every Sunday morning now I just can’t get off my knee
Still muse is gone the colors fading winter came to steal and bankrupt every single didn’t realize it was always there until was taken guess that’s a trouble bout me
Chorus: I close my eyes so pocket carried away lift all my hands praying that someone will take me some things will be up with me lately keep dreaming bout, keep dreaming bout helicopters and pullings I spend my nights looking right up the sky I’m keen right out so so then they come and see me something’s been up with me lately keep dreaming bout dreaming bout helicopters and pullings
Wait the nation on my shoulders
keeping my feet on the ground in the cold what’s slowly getting colder this room feels like a lost and found shadows grow and pay me picture introduce me in a brand new kind of.. I know I should have never trusted any wizard and promise em a brand new home