Dark Days

In a state of mind half-a-world away, split apart from day to day
The thought of switching grooves, a sudden swing of moods
Then somehow everything changed
Drastic differences in song, severed tunes now sung
A full-circled hymn, a body rebuilding it’s tired right from wrong
It’s always wrong
Life, I was sick of a verse, it couldn’t get much worse
I was caving in
Then my words dropped out of the sky, out of the odd summer night
I am the song
Now my darkest days are half a world away, worlds away
There were no choruses allowed
There was dust spewed from the mouth
The scent of growing old, a rushing surge of cold
A never-ending cloud
There were beautiful bridges burning thin
All of the melodies sinking in, the thought of switching skin
The need to make it out, I gotta make it out
But it’s always wrong
Life, I was sick of a verse, it couldn’t get much worse
I was caving in
Then my words dropped out of the sky, out of the odd summer night
I am the song
Now my darkest days are…
Half a world away, worlds away