In my head You'd be certain For a while you've been floating away But you would run run back here again Dig you're way through the sand to my bed and forget Firing guns for the sake of the past All this time, I've been hearing things and switching the meaning We were built for this thing I've been told By every moment we've had to hold
Couldn't pa** In the eyes of it all It's a trick Or it's the wrong path I'm on Or maybe it's the end of a fire Can't be carried with no hands holding on Or perhaps I got it all wrong All this time, I've been hearing things and switching the meaning We were built for this thing I've been told By every moment we've had to hold