Timed it with the pulse
Coming up again
The time you knew you couldn't shake it
Still rest to watch it now,
Still chest, and it comes out
This is the sound you couldn't save
Is it perspective? Is it just knowing where to run?
From far away, cranes look like carnival games
We've been behind, been inside
Wanted for nothing but the cold
We let it go, it would come back,
Waited but nothing ever came
And it was uphill, yeah it was uphill all the way home
And I walked the outside, memories we tried to place
Coming back to your house, your younger brother, he wasn't home yet
Eyes on the floor, heartbeats,
Finding ourselves somewhere we should never have been found
Keep in touch, let me know how you're doing
From far away, clouds look just like anything
I wrote down all the answers
Just ordered them wrong
I offered to come with you
But you refused
So hard to explain its entirety
So now what's important, so now how could we do nothing?
We used to think that magic things could really happen
And when we stepped out of the tree
We knew we couldn't fly, but still we'd set to prove it with our blood
Focused to fall to somehow regain some control
Coming up again
The time you knew you couldn't shake it
Still rest to watch it now,
Still chest, and it comes out
This is the sound you couldn't save
Is it perspective? Is it just knowing where to run?
From far away, cranes look like carnival games
We've been behind, been inside
Wanted for nothing but the cold
We let it go, it would come back,
Waited but nothing ever came
And it was uphill, yeah it was uphill all the way home
And I walked the outside, memories we tried to place
Coming back to your house, your younger brother, he wasn't home yet
Eyes on the floor, heartbeats,
Finding ourselves somewhere we should never have been found
Keep in touch, let me know how you're doing
From far away, clouds look just like anything
I wrote down all the answers
Just ordered them wrong
I offered to come with you
But you refused
So hard to explain its entirety
So now what's important, so now how could we do nothing?
We used to think that magic things could really happen
And when we stepped out of the tree
We knew we couldn't fly, but still we'd set to prove it with our blood
Focused to fall to somehow regain some control