Would’ve been nice to have had some kind of warning
something to prepare me for dock days like this
would’ve been in the church early every Sunday morning
now I just can’t get off my knee

Still muse is gone the colors fading
winter came to steal and [bad word] every single
didn’t realize it was always there until was taken
guess that’s a trouble bout me

 [bad word] 
I close my eyes so pocket carried away
lift all my hands praying that someone will take me
some things will be up with me lately
keep dreaming bout, keep dreaming bout
helicopters and pullings
I spend my nights looking right up the sky
I’m keen right out so so then [bad word] and see me
something’s been up with me lately
keep dreaming bout dreaming bout
helicopters and pullings

Wait the nation on my shoulders

keeping my feet on the ground
in the cold what’s slowly getting colder
this room feels like a lost and found
shadows grow and pay me picture
introduce me in a brand new kind of..
I know I should have never [bad word] any wizard
and promise em a brand new home