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