At the end of the day
In the cold of the night
When the branch breaks i fall
To the floor of the world
I scream like a child
I scream for my wings
I scream at the words
Making cheap what i feel
I walk through my room
And i kick down the walls
I lie on the bed
And feel there's nothing left but doubt
In the cold of the night
I will show you my wounds
Only then can i say to you
"spread your dreams under me, my love"
I dream of this bridge
I dream of these trees
I burn in these flames
That i'll never understand
I walk through my room
And i kick down the chairs
I've opened my eyes
And seen there's nothing left but doubt