Is anybody home? I think that we're alone now
Keep blanking on her name but I recognize the face
On solitary wheel it matters how you feel now
We're meant to be alive and darling you're so kind
I tore myself into a black and blue disease of writing song
For every step I walk I find my life angelic and absolved
There's quiet in the air our strings are getting rusty
I'm cooking every meal, the road is looking tired
In Europe there's a town where nobody is dying
I've meant to be a man but paradise is calling
I'm running out of line
This ship has finally sunk
I've fallen from the top bunk to you, mhm
Mistakenly deserved
Unwillingly denied
So beautifully defined as a crime
Why do you try
To hide what is mine
I'm running from you
