| A whisper, a shiver, in the air, are you there?
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| You’re hungry, who could blame you when we’re starving, brimming with constant
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| self doubt
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| The foam that pools in our mouths
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| Heaven knows
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| This clandestine machine, the way it clanks inside of me
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| The air it fills with smoke but iron lungs help me breathe
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| A bit of luck nowadays would never go a miss, when I’ve been diving in too deep
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| when all I wanted was a kiss
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| The snow it sits on the precipice like we do today
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| Our bones entombed by the avalanche, but the cold prevents decay
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| Inside I can make this all make sense I just lack conviction
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| Heaven knows
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| Too close to the sun, melts the wax in our wings, falling
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| If we’d only known, we could have gone without and just jumped
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| And I’m so tired of feeling sick
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| And being scared to go outside
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| I’m drenched in the tears that I’ve promised not to cry
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| I feel too much, I felt it all, heaven knows
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| And you could bring me back to life with a gesture of your hand,
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| but better do it quick as my half’s running out of sand
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| I feel too much, I felt it all, heaven knows
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| Heaven knows
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| Heaven knows
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| Heaven knows |