I refuse to hear the birdsong
That echoes beauty on its own
I refuse to see a flower in bloom
Turning air to pure perfume

My spirits rush into a spiral
My fears go growingly viral
I’m faced by a wall
I’m faced by a wall

The wind is fire
Tightropes dance over the void
The wind burns higher
My inner child is overjoyed

I turn down down the sweetest melodies
Invading the tiny tiny home of glory
I fade out out the sweetest voice inside
To follow a deep dark path of anguish

My spirits rush into a spiral
My fears go growingly viral
I’m losing control
I’m losing control

The wind is fire
Tightropes dance over the void
The wind burns higher
My inner child is overjoyed

I tend to the dark
I grasp the light
I tend to the dark
I grasp the light
I know the void’s below
I am overjoyed
I am overjoyed

The wind is fire
Tightropes dance over the void
The wind burns higher
My inner child is overjoyed

Over the void
Over the void
Overjoyed
Overjoyed