Hands are funny things
With nothing to hold
A bird without his wings
Can never fly home
You're flying so fast so you won't feel the fall
You're giving it away so you won't lose it all
See the moonlight on you
Shiny and cold
Curled up little question mark
With all the secrets you hold
You never needed much, but you wanted it all
The hunger in your belly, your aching jaw
Time's a funny thing
With hands ticking on
We take it and we make it
But it's never enough
Flying by before you know another year gone
And all the ones you loved leaving you alone
All through this empty house
I call your name
Walls answer back the same thing
You're gone