If only I could fix the sky to meet me
If only I could fix my heart to meet at dawn
It's got a way of knowing when to hurt me
Oh, it's when the night is long
Backwoods lullabies feel like a ghostly touch
Roots spread all the way back to godless times
It's got a way of knowing when to haunt me
Oh, it's when the night is long
And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world
Counting down a clock that nobody sees
And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me
It's singing-
Earthquakes break and shatter the perfect design
Ripped realities of broken minds
Towers rise to meet, and yet it's laughing
Humming: Oh, it won't be long
Humming: Oh, it won't be long
And there's a young one sitting at the top of the world
Counting down a clock that nobody sees
And it's got a way of knowing when to taunt me
It's got a way of knowing when to taunt me
And it's singing-
