Trying to be busy playing on your ground
As if something made you impervious to anything around
Though you’re falling, something’s feeling better not because of you
Summer lurks over you…
 [bad word] what you were and what you had
In His air you ain’t choosing your own path

Man, are you walking your aching body home?
‘Cause someone dropped a line, that saturates you to the bone
And then you tell me, that your kite broke off its lines and flew away
Heaven turned into grey…
 [bad word] what you were and what you had
In His air you ain’t choosing your own path