Daft

I’d move, way up north,
Yeah, I’d row, til I felt on course.
I’d leave my roads behind, me,
If my veins would let me go.

So I’ll sleep, on broken pines,
Wreak havok on my troubled mind.
I’d face the dark to find me,
If there was anything still left to find.

Cause my home’s always been,
In my heart.
My hands on the cord,
Pull, not push to start.

I’d keep my friends around,
They keep my head, closer to the ground.
If not, I’m left to wonder why,
There’s nothing to be found in that sky.

Constellations, they mean nothing to me,
Just lights, to be humbling.
For the life of me, I have no doubts about it,
We all live, wither and die.
All we have is time.

Cause my home’s always been,
In my heart.
Our hands on the nooses,
Pull, not push to start.

Plant something close to your soul,
Let it grow, yeah, let it go.
We all live, wither and die.
All we have is time.
All we have is dying.