Take all these things away
Ah my head it aches from high anxiety
Oh and my pain struck me cold awake
Dreams I can't escape
They're weighing on my brain
Holding my breath for a hand in the fight
Sing the new song to the crowd every night
Breath in my lungs shoes on my feet
High in the air glide down the street
When the morning comes
I will come running home to you
When the morning comes
I will come running home to you
Break all these chains that weigh
And all this shit that stays
And lay in it the grave
All my friends are going insane
We're passing through these days
At a rate I can't contain
Spinning these wheels
Locking them tight
Sing the new verse to myself every night
Breath in my lungs shoes on my feet
Safe on the ground pacing the street
When the morning comes
I will come running home to you
When the morning comes
I will come running home to you
Home to you
Home to you
Home to you
I'll come runnin'
You know I will
