Strange is how I truly feel
When I watch the world outside
Everything appears unreal
With nowhere left to hide
When I was younger the light in my room
Would stay on with the light of the moon
Now the comfort I had in such things
Is broken and so are my wings
Afraid is what I truly am
Of nothing and all there is
Wouldn't help me if you gave a damn
Wouldn't bring me bliss
When I was younger the light in my room
Would stay on with the light of the moon
Now the comfort I had in such things
Is broken and so are my wings
