Striving
To make a good feeling last
And try not to think of the past
What's a byline
For a coward at the end of the earth?
When nothing he tries ever works?
I'm an island
A rock shacking up with the waves
Keeping a flare to be saved
But we can fly we've got engines
And I'm tired of sitting in the reeds
And it was never my intention
To break your heart and let it bleed
It's a tie in the race
Of failing at all of your dreams
Through some fault of your own
Will I recover
From the bitterness that I hold?
Will I die before I get old?
But we can fly we've got engines
And I'm tired of sitting in the reeds
And it was never my intention
To break your heart and let it bleed
But we can fly we've got engines
And I'm tired of sitting in the reeds
And it was never my intention
For all of this to come
For all of this to come
For all of this to come to be