It feels worse than a fever dream
The room seems like a crime scene
Where I disappeared
I can't find the way out of here
And I can still feel you near
My mind is trying to meditate
I light the last cigarette
My lungs exhale
The demons that remained
And I hear you calling again
Calling again
Calling again
I see how you change the weather
And the storm fades away
Say girl, should I beg you for something else?
Is this feeling just a phase?
I see you don't need no feathers
To fly like a bird
You rise as I follow behind
You got me hanging along the way
Back to the place where I don't belong
With streets that never reach home
I see that you're gone
Somehow you never go
Like an indecisive storm
The street is painted in black and white
It's raining under the sun
No, I don't need to run
I'm younger now than I was
I never have to press pause
(And now the weather forecast
Gray and dull skies are predicted
With brief episodes of clear skies
That we will undoubtedly miss
And the storm is expected to arrive by the weekend
Just in time to ruin the picnic)
(Large cities are a refuge for boredom
But also a lonely trap)
Okay, I see
I see how you change the weather
And the storm fades away
Say girl, should I beg you for something else?
Is this feeling just a phase?
I say
You need no feathers, no girl
You rise and I follow you then
You got me hanging along the way
Hanging along the way