I was a proper broken, broken bird just twitching with my wings in the glass

I hurt my beak

From sniffing too many things

And now the air's in my, got some air in my wings

Got some air in my, got some air in my wings

Caught some air in my, got some air, yeah, I caught some air.

Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly.

But the wind has other plans

And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh...

Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh...

And then I'm surviving in my bed, ooh...

Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh...

The people walking down the street always try some clever things to socialize

Angling to get a little closer to their prize

But I put up walls and fight for space to get some shelter from the storm

That's when the shadow forms

Isolating in my room and dreaming about the views.

Winter pushes my thoughts south when I start to fly.

But the wind has other plans

And then I'm surviving in my head, ooh...

Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh...

And then I'm surviving in my bed, ooh...

Trying to survive it in my own head, ooh...

The white morning static

Ebbs and flows on my waking breath

The child inside peers through my tired eyes

To change, to call out in prayer

And ask for help from up there

Is anybody out there?

I can hear it

And I know

When the walls are grey and faded away

When the walls turn grey, I'm fading away

The color in the walls just faded away.