Aereogramme

A Winter's Discord

Finally I have had enough

Just one last journey to your island

Where there's no peace

And some kind of useless love

Wrapped in a whistle

That I'll never know

One last chance to hide upstairs

To watch gentle lights from the window

Maybe I'm wrong

Maybe I've always been

Stronger to question

All I hold as true

You've seen more than this

Seen more than this

Black eye

Black eye above

Black eye above me

Better free than saved

But I'm always afraid to kill