All This Time Running

Can a song start out with a question?
Like if the head's a lamp, is the heart a compass?
Does the soul swallow?
Do the ghosts spit down from heaven where the angels live?

The whole time that I've been running
It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you

Who sees the soul? Does it have hands and fingers
And does the soul stretch, crack under the weight of all the missed lines
Wonderings, hesitations
All I know is that I'm done with waiting

I needed you to know how there was nevеr any doubt
The head's a lamp, the hеart's a compass

The whole time that I've been running
It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you
The whole time that I've been running
It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you

Glory and wonder all fills the head
Is it fucking fighting, is it all there is?
All the missed lines, wondering hesitations
All I know is that I'm done with waiting

I needed you to know how there was never any doubt (how if)
The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass
The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass

The whole time that I've been running
It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you
The whole time that I've been running
It was never away, was always coming back to you, coming back to you

Oh, there was never any doubt

The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass
The head's a lamp, the heart's a compass