Might

Woke up at 4:45 to start a fire outside

And burn my alibis

Mourning past versions of me, wading through good grief

Smoke circling the skies

I've moved through time

But somehow I'm exactly the same

Maybe it's time

That moves through me inviting change

My voice might get deep

And I might bruise my knees

My voice might get deep

And I might bruise my knees

I'll make my old stories new, saturate shades of blue

And pretend I don't care

Trying to turn the clocks back, watch my shadow contract

A stranger with long hair

I've moved through time

But somehow I'm exactly the same

Maybe it's time

That moves through me inviting change

My voice might get deep

And I might bruise my knees

My voice might get deep

And I might bruise my knees

It's quite the life transition, this undercover mission

I'm calling my own bluff

'Cause I'm not gonna bet on this Russian roulette

I'm a gambler with bad luck

My voice might get deep

And I might bruise my knees

My voice might get deep

And I might bruise my knees