Methadone

Another night on a Sunday morning There's something over the sun I'm out of time as the light is dawning And now the feeling is gone I took a walk on an empty highway With luggage all in one hand I dug a hole tried to bury Monday And all the things that she said When it feels like a dome Lights a fire in the colors up above To reveal the way home Methadone Another crack where the mirror showed me A broken version of you Where the reflections are fading slowly To gain a new point of view When it feels like a dome Lights a fire in the colors above To reveal the way home Through a meadow beyond the open door Will you fly? Will you fall Methadone Methadone I've been waiting so patiently For the clouds to part Oh, will they ever Doesn't matter what matter does It's true When it feels like a dome Lights a fire in the colors up above To reveal the way home Through a meadow beyond the open door Will you fly? Will you fall