Just when something goes wrong

I hide it in my head

because i'm feeling all worn out

carrying your way around

and maybe you are tired

I had no wings to fly

tasted like pearls a while

now cut like a silver blade

there's still whisper in the air

strike you as they fall

bent my ear, I won't hear

your red eye

blue black sky

pressure inside

quiet outside

no time to set things right

you heard

and I knew

dinner will be

dinner will be cold

it's too late you never understand