Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Mark Foster
Chant
Stewart Cole
Trompette
Isom Innis
Batterie
Sean Cimino
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mark Foster
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Mark Foster
Production
Isom Innis
Production
Chaz Sexton
Ingénierie
Patrick Ford
Ingénierie
Mike Bozzi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Rich Costey
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
[Verse 1]
I was a proper broken, broken bird just twitching with my wings in the glass
I hurt my beak
From sniffing too many things
And now the air's in my, got some air in my wings
Got some air in my, got some air in my wings
Caught some air in my, got some air, yeah, I caught some air
[PreChorus]
Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly
[Chorus]
But the wind has other plans
And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh
Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh
And then I'm surviving in my bed, ooh
Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh
[Verse 2]
The people walking down the street always try some clever things
To socialize
Angling to get a little closer to their prize
But I put up walls and fight for space to get some shelter from the storm
That's when the shadow forms
Isolating in my room and dreaming about the views
[PreChorus]
Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly
[Chorus]
But the wind has other plans
And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh
Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh
And then I'm surviving in my bed, ooh
Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh
[Bridge]
The white morning static
Ebbs and flows on my waking breath
The child inside peers through my tired eyes
To change, to call out in prayer
And ask for help from up there
Is anybody out there?
I can hear it
And I know
When the walls are grey and faded away
When the walls turn grey, I'm fading away
The color in the walls just faded away
Written by: Mark Foster

