I see where I linger
Between the forestry,

My heart beats for his voice,
Between the forestry,

I scream to ask him,
I need to feel my fingertips,

So speak the words I told you to,
But my head won't give in to let me free.

Between the forestry,
I see that he is wounded,

I know that I should leave him alone,
Between the forestry,

But I need my voice to carry on,
And there's no doubting my own cowardliness.

So I go,
Go away,
Far from this place,
So I go,
Away,
Away,
Away...from him.

Sing me down from the sky,
All the way from death's ledge,
I am here to be saved and I'm calling your name,
But I can't see you here so I leave without your brand,
I'm okay with living alone, I'm okay without answers,
Then there's nights when I need your touch on my shoulder,
Cause I slowly lose myself in my own winding head.

Who will I be,
Who will I become,
When will I fly away,
When will I go home.

The lake never looked so much darker.
I used to see the bottom but now all I see is black.
I climb to the edge of the dock knowing my fate as clear as day.
I dip my hand into the water and start to fade away.

Who will I be,
Who will I become,
When will I fly away,
When will I go home.

My body feels like a mere illusion,
Wavering back and forth between common ideas and useless ideals,
The black waves rock over me until I lose my breath,
I can feel something tugging on my leg,
Urging me to sink farther.

Who will I be,
Who will I become,
When will I fly away,
When will I go home.

Underneath the bridge and into the misty fog,
I will search for your soul that you lost so long ago,
Time passes and I can hardly remember where I came from,
The path fades from my memory and I'll dig in the ground to find a trace of home,
Your soul won't be found by mortal hands like mine,
So I'll rest on the dirt and tear my hair out of it's roots,
So frustrating how this time I'm wasting as I know your soul is waiting in the undergrowth.

You're so cold
Can you see?
That I wish for no more pain and loss of rain,
So send me down, on my way, to find your body,
Resting away.

Flashing strobes blind me while I desperately plead that you give me one more chance for the fifth time,
On time, that's all, I'll bring your breaking mortal body to your soul,
Just don't leave me alone,
Cause I'm petrified of losing my life,
To my own *****, ***** deeds.

You're so cold
Can you see?
That I wish for no more pain and loss of rain,
So send me down, on my way, to find your body,
Resting away.

Make it pour,
Make it pour,
Make it pour,
Sweep me into the door,
Make it pour,
Make it pour,
Make it pour,
Drown me in more,
Make it pour,
Make it pour,
Make it pour,
I’ve made it to the shore,
Make it fall onto my heart.

The ink from my pen spills onto the sand,
My hands drop down to scoop it all up,
Like an addict with *******, I'm enraptured by the pain,
So I'm getting it tattooed into the page that sits inside my head,
The ink in the sand spreads into the sea,
Blackening it all so that I can dip myself inside,
I submerge myself in the ink-water, smiling as I breathe in the liquid,
Exhaling colorful water to keep myself alive and well.