Lyrics

don't want to hear about the sea
don't want to hear about the sky
don't want to know about your tears
don't want to know about the stars
are they as salty as they say?
has no-one ever kissed them clean?
some stains can't be washed away
just like bones picked clean as prey
I won't be blinded by the sun
I won't be swayed by the moon
thinking of that too familiar churn
I won't be blinded by the sun
what my life looks like
what my life is almost like
what my life looks like to me
what my other life is like
what my life is really like