Cause I still hope my silence could be the ringing in your bones. Well it’s a long long time since I felt like I was ever close to home. Let the gentle breeze sweep through my fingers and brush against my face, and for the first time in many years I can finally lift my head

And to those who walk away, they take care not to stray. So if the exit wounds won’t heal, I promise that I’ll take the blame. Cause there is just so much I was planning to say – that all I ever wanted was for you to stay. Yet my voice has always felt like an echo in a cave, I can’t muster up the courage needed to be brave

Cause I still hope my silence could be the ringing in your bones

It’s a long long time since I felt like I was ever close to home

I let the gentle breeze sweep through my fingers and brush against my face

And for the first time in many years, I can finally feel my head