I woke up late still in the sun
Tinker bell has left the ground
And nothing left to call my own
When it feels as if all's lost
When it feels too hard to hold
When it feels so hard to breathe
When it feels too good to be true
Just for a while I settle down
And crammed three bits into my mouth
I woke up late still in the sun
Tinker bell has left the ground
And nothing left to call my own
When it feels as if all's lost
When it feels too hard to hold
When it feels so hard to breathe
When it feels too good to be true
Just for a while I settle down
And crammed three bits into my mouth
Reflect the secrets we hold inside
Maybe someday when we get back
It will drag me out of the din of every night
When it feels as if all's lost
When it feels too hard to hold
When it feels so hard to breathe