Whistle On

You’re learning the burden, you’ve held for too long

And it’s starting to sound like it’s wrecking your mind

Oh promise you won’t be disheartened by what has been, my favourite thing

You started to ask out of fright…

Ooh why do you go there

Ooh why do you go there

Remembered high esteem…

I’m not in that mind-set

Refreshing silence

And not what I really need

Your heavens would align, but hell is borderline

And now your eyes are wider

Why do you go there

The question still stands to this

Ooh why do you go there

Why do you go there

That personal silence is wired the most

And just when I thought it seemed so binding

I told you I’m wanting, and what I’m wanting is GOOD.

It’s a cradle for that open mind, but there’s a hurricane to realise

Take the last thing that I ever learnt, and all I’m hoping for

I’m trying, but hiding the stealth for the heat in here, that I adore.

Ooh why do you go there

Ooh why do you go there

The question is outside whistling at you.