Trapped Bird

Everyone has their glory day
Find your own
Swing life away

Stuck in here, staring at the ceiling still not believing
I'll never be healing
So many hours lost inside the dead end of my head
Torturing myself with all the stupid things I said
I feel so far behind, I'm running out of time
Will you be there when the dark turns light

And it feels like there's a trapped bird in my chest
And My ribcage has turned into a nest

Everyone has their glory day (everyone has their glory day)
Find your own (I've got to find my own)
Swing life away (and swing life away)

I see the dust mites dance in the sunlight creeping through old red curtains and watch daytime tv and drink cheap wine,
It's like I'm waiting to die or passing time
I smell of self-pity
The snow outside shines silver and greys into the sky

There's a bright light that lives over my street
I'll leave in the morning with untangled feet

Everyone has their glory day
I've got to find my own
Swing life away

Everyone has their glory day



Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Baker
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