Flying High
Nine o'clock on a Monday morning
It's raining down as I pour my cup and I
Look out and it's grey like a Sunday
I wonder why it's always something
Slipping through the seams
Of such a beautiful dream dream
Nothing's as it seems
When I turn out the light
I'm flying high
I'm to gonna die
When I'm taking flight
But I don't know what it means
When I'm something in between
Full of regret 'cause I'm fucking wretched
So many times I've been knuckle-headed
Hanging 'round a party and I drank too much
That's the moment I knew I was out of touch
Gettin' old and I'm far less confident
Just the same but I'm far from relevant
Radio plays shit that makes me sick
What's the point in making music
I think it's time to move on
Yeah I guess it was fun
But now I'm becoming numb
When I turn out the light
I'm flying high
I'm to gonna die
When I'm taking flight
But I don't know what it means
When I'm something in between
Floating high now I'm at ease
Like a soft and gentle summer breeze
All alone it's clear to for far too long, I've been naive
When I turn out the light
I'm flying high
I'm to gonna die
When I'm taking flight
But I don't know what it means
When I'm something in between
It's raining down as I pour my cup and I
Look out and it's grey like a Sunday
I wonder why it's always something
Slipping through the seams
Of such a beautiful dream dream
Nothing's as it seems
When I turn out the light
I'm flying high
I'm to gonna die
When I'm taking flight
But I don't know what it means
When I'm something in between
Full of regret 'cause I'm fucking wretched
So many times I've been knuckle-headed
Hanging 'round a party and I drank too much
That's the moment I knew I was out of touch
Gettin' old and I'm far less confident
Just the same but I'm far from relevant
Radio plays shit that makes me sick
What's the point in making music
I think it's time to move on
Yeah I guess it was fun
But now I'm becoming numb
When I turn out the light
I'm flying high
I'm to gonna die
When I'm taking flight
But I don't know what it means
When I'm something in between
Floating high now I'm at ease
Like a soft and gentle summer breeze
All alone it's clear to for far too long, I've been naive
When I turn out the light
I'm flying high
I'm to gonna die
When I'm taking flight
But I don't know what it means
When I'm something in between
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Mcneil
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