Woorden:
Inme Daydream Anonymous

Revert your feet, retreat, the battle is complete but are we home yet? Unload your guns, turn around and run, we've got the sun upon our mind-set This

2,3,4 There are still shards in the road, shackled wooden windows The hero in the cell, he doesn't look too well A cardio love-send, a face down in

We've got hours to play with and we've got rolling papers But some of the magic is lost, when you try to repeat it I've got you in my peripheral and

I look out the window for a cloud that you might be under But the sun is going down too early Invisible embers showering my eyes for non to see Where

He wonders why he makes these choices, I guess he made them all for you Got something that he wants to tell you, got something that you should know Everyone