My heart strings are out of tune
And they cannot play my song
My mind is lost and I drift
Drift away
Drift away
I pluck them with passion
And feathers fall all around
But they cannot match the grace
Of floating feathers
Floating feathers
Settled in primal views
This cave does not curve my [A]mind
The echo down here implies
A change in tide
Nowhere to [C7]hide
Nowhere to [C7]hide
My frustɾated fingers worn
They're pricked from these tangled vines
I think that I'll ɾide the sun
Burn my [A]pain
Burn my [A]pain
Burn my [A]pain
Burn my [A]pain
Tearing through ɾapture's womb
And love bleeds from the sky
This harvest under the moon
Feels alright
I'll grow inside
I'll grow inside
I'll grow inside