All the anchors of my life are buried in some other seas

All the waves are playing tricks on my return

I am not the architect I thought that I could be

Just the product of some plans drawn in the dirt.

I'm sick and tired of feeling like I'm waiting on a sign

So, I'm calling off the search to get some sleep

I've been trying to find the bottom of a maze I can't rewind

Now I'm running out of moves in front of me.

Oh, and I can't worry about the weather

Oh, and I can't worry about the headlines anymore

Yeah, and I can't worry about los angeles

Only you can keep the wolves back from the door.

There's a joy around completion, but it somehow never lasts

Long as I am still responsible to be

The answers to the questions that I don't know how to ask

And the consequence of rolling up my sleeves.

Yeah, and I can't worry about the weather

Oh, and I can't worry about the headlines anymore

Oh, and I can't worry about los angeles

Only you can keep the wolves back from the door.

Oh-oh-oh...

Yeah, and I can't worry about the weather

Oh, and I can't worry about the headlines anymore

Oh, and I can't worry about los angeles

Only you can keep the wolves back from the door.

Only you can keep the wolves back from the door.