Maybe I won't give you a chance to untangle all your stories And be as graceful as a bird now, following the skyline I'll land resting on the first thing that doesn't bear your name There's record highs out on the West Coast, it's another week of snow, yeah Oh, how quickly we forgot it, just how we ended up here And oh, I dared you like a child, and then you only upped the ante And now you're stealing summer kisses, and I am freezing in my bed sheets, and that's why that's why I've got walls I've got wings I am ready for the fire, I've got trust in nothing, see I lost it by and by but I've got something shining somewhere, honey, I dream on the sly