Текст песни Sunburnt Jet Wings - Dads

Sunburnt Jet Wings

This is my personal desert,
this is my personal slum,
I’ve become the person that I always hated
the enemy I was running from.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
I made my life into a competition,
where’s my trophy mantle,
you sent me clippings
to an article I couldn’t begin to handle.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.
What’s a lag without the jet,
put my fucking fantasies to rest,
I flew everywhere just to find something I can’t forget.
For a minute I lost sight of it,
not just the light of it
but the whole full frame picture.
Passed out when I’d stand up,
can’t see what my hands touch,
fall back down to a thud.
I won’t stop until I can see my bones.
(I won’t stop until I can see my bones)
No matter how long I hold my breath
I’ve got to exhale just to let out the old.
I wanted the sun to warm my skin,
but I wanted to hide from everything.