I'm living in my head
Living in my head
I'm burning up alone
And a million miles away
A million miles away
I'm tryna make in home
I hear the echoes sing
I hear the echoes sing
It's darkest near the dawn
But even in this dark
Even in this dark
A bird is made for song
I'm tilting at the mills
Tilting at the mills
I'm dropping out of phase
I've come to wake the dead
Come to wake the dead
Before the spirits fade
I feel the earthen pull
I feel the earthen pull
But it's not where I belong
The sun is made to shine
The sun is made to shine
And a bird is made for song
I've hit my clip
On a trip
As the crow flies
Heaven knows
I'm alone
But I don't mind
I'll be home
To atone
For the long days
Soon enough my love
While I'm gone
Sing a song
To the night sky
Mind the thieves
When you sleep
Keep your eyes wide
I'll be home
To atone
For shortfall
Any day my love
When I was younger I'd sit underneath the thunderclouds
Feel the water hit my skin and then I'd wonder how
They dropped their proffer but it offers little comfort now
I've checked my heading I am destine for the underground
Now that I'm older I've been shouldered with an albatross
For auld lang syne, I knew in time our paths were bound to cross
Nobody makes it to the end of life without a loss
You've gotta keep an even keel or you'll be found awash