Low

The man who wants to leave
Is not the man who sees
His voice is raising higher
The bird that needs to fly
Is not the bird that comes
My mind is swinging higher
We are liars
We’re not the air you breathe
You promise — we decide
We are liars
We’re not the air you breathe
You promise — we decide
See the wires
Connecting things we love
And everything seems brighter
And everything seems brighter
We are liars
We’re not the air you breathe
You promise — we decide
See the wires
Connecting things we love
And everything seems brighter
And everything seems brighter
We are liars…
Liars…