In my dreams every night
Planes fall out the sky
Bee's that swarm inside the wreckage are amplified
In my dreams every night
Some ancient lullaby
In the morning an error message behind my eyes
How's the weather in your heart
Are you still obsessed with form
Do you think that you'd have been someone else
If you were never born
How's the weather in your heart
Are you still obsessed with form
Do you think that you'd have been someone else
If you were never born