We stopped this before.
In my head of lullabies.
I swear I’ve seen this before,
twisting the reigns on a horse.
Ceramics and feathers,
waiting for the weather to shine
oh shine
I seem to relay,
all of the beacons,
I once let go.
Tomorrow I will loose my head
Tomorrow I will loose my head
Tomorrow I will loose my head
I know i’ve seen this before,
concrete jungles they stop my mind.
Have you stayed here before?
By the look on your face,
you have turned red.
I braced for the wild,
but you stopped and smiled,
said ‘yes this is home’.
I crossed foreign land,
looked for a signal.
Its here.
Tomorrow I will loose my head
Tomorrow I will loose my head
Tomorrow I will loose my head
And you, won’t know.
And you, will stay home.
And you, will wait for the storm.
Oh I can’t stand,
what you will do.
Just hold my hand,
I know what I’ll do.
I cannot clench what gets you bothered.
I cannot see what’s in your brother.
I will not stand for this any longer.
And you, won’t know.
And you, will stay home.
And you, will wait for the storm.
