Inside an old tree
There lives a part of you that don't breathe
You weren't born free
A trail of ash gone with a cold breeze
And there's a blue moon
Too far from stars and longing for you
Turning tides when all your insides
Want to spill and to be swept
You ring the bells
Inside my head
I don't care when
I don't care why
They shake the walls
Your paintings fall
Out from the sky
Were somewhere else
A place and time
Beyond our breath
Beyond our minds
We talk it out
We make it work
It's all a lie
You're left with one hand
Sticking out from under quicksand
Grasping old straws
With hopes that they could pull you up some
There's always someone
Inside your head while you come undone
It's like you've never seen the sunrise
And known it wasn't meant to stay