Lay down your head and drift.
Dream to close the rift between the world and your heart.
And float away on pleasant thoughts,
far away from things that haunt and
fee to the bleakness you see all around.
And run away now to the place, to the bliss,
that you created to escape.
Itâs early autumn where you are.
The air is cool, but not yet cold.
The sun is sinking and the skyline glows
while youâre waiting for the stars.
Youâd rather spend all of your time in your head.
âWhy canât I just stay here instead?â, you say.
âNo oneâs gonna miss me back where Iâm from anyway.â
I wish that I could take all your bottled pain
and hold it down inside me. Hope, you just lost your hope.
I know that where you are now is where you wanted to be.
Goodbye. Now you donât have to close your eyes to feel alive.
I know youâre smiling down at me.
Itâs early autumn where you are.
The air is cool, but not yet cold.
The sun is sinking and the skyline glows
while youâre waiting for the stars.