3, 4
3, 2, 1, you gave it your all
Swamp-coloured hill, the morning sun
And I don't want to turn in the mud
A bird in the gust, where I got lost
For a while, the songs that we wrote
Turn up at my door from your head
Sun goes down, the pen fell and broke
So I sent you a note, my head it said

It won't take long
I dreamed all night that I lost my voice on the ocean floor
All night I searched the end of the world
Brought shame to myself for letting it go

1, 2, 3, the way that you speak
It starts to feel like a special day
Now I know, I'm more like a ghost
A feeling you lost, than a smiley face
Nothing left, a healing song
A reason to stop that carries me home