Floating Is Better

I’m not a rock, I’m just a little bird
Caught in an arctic gale
These are the things I know, if anything
Tides turning on a dime, and so forth
Change is a game of clocks and anchors
Seem to be out of touch, but always there
When you need them most to hold you down
But sometimes, just floating is better
Sometimes, just floating is better
Staring across the edge of a broken wheel
Look down into your hands, count fingers
I’m not a king, I’m just a firefly
Lost in a world of light
Only the dead have eyes forever
Look down into your hands, count fingers
Here is the place you stand
When everything moves, you will have your legs again
Whatever you think you know
You know
Whatever you think you know
You know
But sometimes, just floating is better
Sometimes, just floating is better
Nothing’s wrong, don’t burn the bridges
Don’t burn the bridges down
No, nothing’s wrong, don’t burn the bridges
Don’t burn the bridges down
I’m not a rock, I’m just a little bird
Caught in an arctic gale