Sitting here in my room
Finding the time to hard to bear
Walking down the roads of the unbeheld
Walking down the roads of the unbeheld
Laying here in my coffin
Finding the air to hard to breathe
Walking down the roads of the unbeheld
Walking down the roads of the unbeheld
Flying on my wings of sorrow
Finding the skies to soft to tread onBeen in this grass here for the last ten hours
My clothes are dirty but my mouth isn't dry
How does it happen, does it fly through the air
Oh, I gave up asking days away
And now I'm lying here waiting for the sound of thunder
Here I am, I'm the dotted line
Cut the corners stick me to your door
I'm the man who stepped off the path
And I just lie here
It's what I was made for
And now my eyes are closing but I still feel the land
Leaning out for the touch of my hand
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
The world spins so fast
That I might fly off
I'm waiting for the sound of thunder