Lyric

Clouds are heavy, sky won't cry

Is this a question or a lie?

The clock's a thief, it takes and runs

I hold my breath, I bite my tongue

Should I die? Should I stay?

Do the stars have words to say

Or is silence all they say

Is this the start?

Is this the end?

The wind is talking soft and low

It tells me things I'll never know

A paper boat on a seat left out

It floats its hanks, it spins about

If the moon could answer back

Would it fill the empty black?

Should I die?

Should I stay?

Do the stars have words to say?

Or is silence all they send?

Is this the start?

Is this the end?

I don't want a map, I don't need a guide

I just want to know if I'm alive inside

The echo in the air