Ides of March

A pulse buried in clothes Doorbells, today we're closed The keys click in the lock I lock the door so no one else can ask for more and more Look up now, what a beautiful place to cry Look round now, what a beautiful day to fly I'm waking on my own A bed that feels stone cold I guess I've lost my way I've lost track of all that's been said A compass showing north I wish I could just go How did we stoop so low Where it's my word stood against yours I'm on my own Nothing is like I used to see I sought a life worth living, but had to die for it Look up now, what a beautiful place to try Look round now, what a beautiful day to die So I'm rising to the sky With wings I made to try Got too close to the sun I guess I'll fall with all that's mine If this is all it takes I'm gonna let it go I'm halfway there I'll meet you at the gate so keep me warm I'm on my own