Thunderbird

In the morning
While you’re sleeping
Barely moving, heavy breathing
In the morning
I am leaving, the horizon
My undoing
Different cities, bigger cities
Through it all, we were drifting
You cannot keep me
Keep me steady
The horizon
Always floating
Through the walls now, I can hear you
Hear you moving, barely breathing
Through the walls now, I can feel you
If that’s not you, it must be thunder