Wishbone

(альбом: Swell - 2018)

Mile mark fifty-three, I feel empty
Windmills circle as the air breathes
Past the Dakota line, I feel empty
Like a boarded-up cabin, abandoned and decaying away

There's no warmth in the tundra
There's no hope in a heart that doesn't beat
I know that we're better off freezing
There's no hope in a heart that doesn't beat

Flipping steadily, I feel nothing
I can't tell if this is a dream
Fast beams of light, striking against my mind
Flickering moments flood as I'm fading away

There's no warmth in the tundra
There's no hope in a heart that doesn't beat
I know that we're better off freezing
There's no hope in a heart that doesn't beat

All waterfalls can't create
The same flash that they once had
Shattered wishbone lays upon the bay
I am sorry I pulled it too late

Mile mark fifty-three, I feel empty
Mile mark fifty-three, I feel empty
Brain cells swell, may your brain cells swell
May your brain cells swell with love, love, love