I was a proper broken, broken bird just twitching with my wings in the glass I hurt my beak From sniffing too many things And now the air's in my, got some air in my wings Got some air in my, got some air in my wings Caught some air in my, got some air, yeah, I caught some air
Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly
But the wind has other plans And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh Trying to survive in my own head, ooh And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh Trying to survive in my own head, ooh
The people walking down in the streets always try some clever things to socialize Angling to get a little closer to their prize But I put up walls and fight for space to get some shelter from the storm That's when the shadow forms Isolating in my room and dreaming about the views
Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly
But the wind has other plans And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh Trying to survive in my own head, ooh And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh Trying to survive in my own head, ooh The white morning static Ebbs and flows on my waking breath The child inside peers through my tired eyes To change, to call out in prayer And ask for help from up there Is anybody out there? I can hear it And I know When the walls are grey and faded away When the walls turn grey, I'm fading away The color in the walls just faded away
Compositor: Mark Derek Foster (BMI)Editor: Sony/ATV Music Publishing Limited (PRS)Administração: Sony Music Publishing LLCECAD verificado obra #45887350 em 05/Set/2024 com dados da UBEM