Just when something goes wrong
I hide it in my head
because i’m feeling all worn out
carrying your way around

and maybe you are tired
I had no wings to fly
tasted like pearls a while
now cut like a silver blade

there’s still whisper in the air
strike you as they fall
bent my ear, I won’t hear

your red eye
blue black sky
pressure inside
quiet outside
no time to set things right

you heard
and I knew
dinner will be
dinner will be cold

it’s too late you never understand