You might never know about yourself enough to know the whys

The things that drive you to and from a person or a place

A feeling or a face

A reason not to stay and do something you love instead

And you might keep the candle burning at both ends

Until there's nothing left to give a glow and slow you down

And let you just breathe in and out

In and out

And you'll say, "My God, I got it all, here's everything I want"

But still the high ain't high enough

It's like that wise man said, the birds always get fed

Ain't that enough? Ain't that enough? Ain't that enough?

Ain't that enough?

The world conspires the day you surrender yourself to being yourself

In all your glory

All your guts and fuck-ups and magic mistakes

That made you exactly the way you woke up today

Imperfect and uncompromising

And you can run after fast cars, gold stars, wine bars

And drink nights away with people you don't really love

And surrender to the woozy way you lose yourself

But your heart might always be half what it's meant to be

And you'll say, "My God, I got it all, here's everything I want"

But still the high ain't high enough

It's like that wise man said, the birds always get fed

Ain't that enough? Ain't that enough? Ain't that enough?

Ain't that enough?

Ain't that enough?

Hmm, ain't that enough?

Ah, ain't that enough?

And when your sixteen years or fifty years or ninety-seven years

Of living on this Earth amount to one single life

Will you look back at the stack of fears you've shackled yourself to

In the hope of becoming taller, trying to touch an ever-moving sky?

Or will you see that you've digged deep down into the dark

Worked out who you are, forgotten your past

Let go of the future, let go of yourself

And realised that everything you need is right here?