Flying into the Sun

Set in the old ways Hiding in cold days Running away from the scene So lately I've been A lonely conduit Electrostatic machine I'm too preoccupied with myself To let you in 'Til I really need help To let the old out Like a hole in my head Let the old out Like a hole in my heart Surrealist lining The foundry pining Americano routine From every island Come, single file, in The pathogen of your dream Your place your thumb on My shaky gun drawn You take my pain like a sponge In daytime finding The light is blinding We're flying into the sun I'm too preoccupied with myself To let you in 'Til I really need help To let the old out Like a hole in my head Let the old out Like a hole in my heart I'll let you in Bring my guard down Let you in Clear as day See you again Bright as morning And let you in And let you in And let you in And let you in