Oh will it ever come?
I long to see the sun
Man, I'm just dying here, do you understand me?
The air is cold and I
can't stand the city lights
They break inside my eyes, erasing me with time.
My head is full of dirt
My bones are black my heart is dead
Do you get what I'm saying?
I long to feel the breeze
Oh God I beg you please
Just help me find my way back there, again..