Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
FINNEY
FINNEY
Songwriter

Lyrics

Can you see the clouds that aren't there?
Can you feel it in the air?
The silent birds, they sing for you
And the song they sing rings so tre
I look up at the sky
And rearrange the stars in your eyes
I drown myself
In alcohol, whiskey on ice
Lately I find I'm blind
To the brighter side
Maybe I'm not the kind
To turn back but my hands are tied
The voice you hear as a dove cries
The verge of snowfall as the sun dies
Atomic bombs assisting our war
Is it even worth us fighting for?
I look up at the sky
And rearrange the stars in your eyes
I drown myself
In alcohol, whiskey on ice
Lately I find I'm blind
To the brighter side
Maybe I'm not the kind
To turn back but my hands are tied
Lately I find I'm blind
To the brighter side
Maybe I'm not the kind
To turn back but my hands are tied
Written by: Adam Finney
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