Packed for a delivery
Where did I come from
Facing our mortality
My fingertips feel numb
It's colder where the light shines
Because we all know best
Show me where the dark is
Put my weary legs to the test, to the test
You're breathing on my shoulder
It's where the air belongs
With dreams of getting older
We calm our hearts to notes in fleeting songs, fleeting songs
If everything is falling, what does that makе you
And what am I
If our names aren't carved into somе tree in the woods will something or anything remember our name
If we don't stop looking for a sign to do anything in our lives we're going to get caught walking on the streets instead of reaching our destination
If you're getting screamed at in every direction except the one you'd like to go in all that's left to do is scream back and don't stop
(Packing up, packing up, packing up)
It never fails to amaze me how I'm not amazed by classical music and beautiful sculptures of mythical creatures
Everything I touch turns to dust just like Midas with all of the fame and none of the fortune
I hang posters on my wall just so I have something to look at as I fall asleep
I make friends in my life just so I have something to talk to when I wake up in the morning
I'm foolish for questioning what is known as the truth
But I'm sure I'm not the only one who's longed for something more
And if there's a devil on your back, at some point you're going to have to turn around and tell it, it was never welcome there in the first place