True Sight

We dance among fire
Over salt and bone
Wondering when
Wandering alone

The properties of stars
Don't keep us safe anymore
The flickering windows
Where the asteroids soar

I bleach my hair
Like I'm a sunflower
But the dark always returns
Swaying under the clear umbrella sky when I
Look above
Now the sun just burns
When I look above

Now the sun just burns
Now the sun just burns
Now the sun just burns

So I'm taking off these lenses
So what if a missile is a kite?
I know my fingers are still dirty
I'd rather sting with my own true sight

Mum grabs my hand like it's been replaced
Oh
New constellations of moles
She can no longer retrace
I feel our similar patterns
Woven in tartan skin
Falling through the cracks
Fading through the maps

And I
And I
And I
So what if a missile is a kite?
And I
And I
And I
I'd rather sting with my own true sight

I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true sight
I'd rather sting with my own true

What you looking at me for?
I know I haven't got a core, yeah
As I move along the lifeless streets
What you looking at me for?
Reaching into every pore
But you will never catch me in my bones
So paint me any way
As you try to come off sane
I will be okay here on my own, nah
So paint me any way
Honey I'll remove the stains
I will be okay here on my own
Own, no

I will be okay here on my own
Be okay here on my own

And I... and I... and I...

Just wait for me
Cause I won't belong