Saging my bedroom
Dusting every surface, every corner
Pleading and praying it gets warmer
In this hollow winter tide
Three hours of sunlight
Don't really matter when you're deprived
Of happiness, enweakened, advised
To find some oxygen
Sweeter pastures, wait for me like a lover
My soul has suffered,
get the fuck out of my atmosphere
I'm breathing clean, clean air
Went through an X-ray
Doctor said therе's nothing left to see now
Nothing weird or scary, although somehow
Your hеart turned back to gold
Guess I'd been wounded
Tiny comments ricocheted like bullets
And dragged me down to hell
Now sweeter pastures, wait for me like a lover
Lord knows I've suffered,
get the fuck out of my atmosphere
I'm breathing clean, clean air
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh, clean air
Oh, I'm breathing clean, clean air