Mourning
I'm tired of mourning
I want the moon to come out
And teach us how to play again
Falling
Have we finished falling
Oh the ground beneath
Our souls feels pretty dense
It's the flight of your mind that scares me
From common sense
One day you'll fly away and I can't help but think
What could I have done different?
Your sadness has the stomach of a giant
Mourning
I don't want to mourn this
But something has come to an end
And I can't put my finger on it
Hold me
That's what you told me
And I can hear your words
But I can't find your body
In this mess we've made
It's the flight of your mind that scares me
From common sense
One day you'll fly away and I can't help but think
What could I have done different?
Your sadness has the stomach of a giant
What could I have done to stop this
Your sadness was way too strong for us
Mourning
Do I have to mourn us?
Or will you be there when I wake up tomorrow morning