Close To The Sun Testo

They lie about the noise in New York it’s so quiet here
Been thinking bout the ways that I hurt, my hands completely off the wheel
Swerving in my subconscious
Is anyone here?
I get a little bit nauseous

Bloody from biting my tongue
I flew too close to the sun
Looking through gaps in the trees
I swore that you were the one Draining the air from my lungs
I didn’t wanna believe
It was me

Across the country is fine
Speaking through power lines
I throw away what I write
In case it turns out I might
Mean thе things that I’m venting
Genuinely prеtending

Bloody from biting my tongue
I flew too close to the sun
Looking through gaps in the trees
I swore that you were the one

Draining the air from my lungs
I didn’t wanna believe
It was me