Out of Frame

In a field of gentle sorrows By a sea of self-defeat I pull myself back shut Open to the wild winds My heart just fell asleep No more whispers in the end The more you don’t belong Is the more you feel yourself Even as the tides, they pass There’s nothing left to touch Forget your troubles now Drift on down out of frame The more you don’t belong Is the more you feel yourself Even as the tides, they pass There’s nothing left to touch Forget your troubles now Drift on down out of frame