Brea-

king

my

back

in

the

heart

of

this

land

Feet

a-

bove

wa-

ter

and

sof-

tened

in

sand

I

could

have

wan-

ted

a-

ny

part

of

this

But

I

find

the

heat

is

too

harsh

on

the

skin

Drow-

ning

in

light

need

the

cold

to

sink

in-

to

my

soul

My

soul

Ig-

nore

signs

of

change,

no

more

I

come

back

a-

gain,

I

am

flawed

Swal-

low

me

whole

with

the

moon

on

my

back

One

side

is

pink

and

the

o-

ther

is

black

I'm

good

at

hi-

ding

in

the

dead

and

grey

But

time

af-

ter

time

I've

been

peo-

ple

I'm

not

Pla-

ces

we

go

to,

are

all

that

we've

got

So

why

don't

we

go?

So

why

don't

we

go?

I'll

ne-

ver

know

Ig-

nore

signs

of

change,

no

more

I

come

back

a-

gain,

I

am

flawed