Should leave the house tonight, just to kill some time
Winter's hanging over and it looks like rain
The death of hope is death, but close eyes take a breath
Feel the city thrum and realise
Clouds behind a face, perfect out of place
Walk towards the light it's you
(Everything is possible) Don't feel like myself, thank god!
(Everything is actual) Mistake me for someone else, thank god!
(Everything is real) And realise
Alive!
Don't feel like myself, thank god!
Mistake me for someone else, thank god!
And realise