I'm the type to take the flight and light it on the rooftop
My knuckles are purple I am colder, I am polar
The sun is not hot enough to warm me up
No the blood doesn't rush to my head fast enough
I'm the type to take the flight and light it on the rooftop
I can see my house from here
It's empty, the lights are off
Sunsets they are are the same
Upset, it seems I am lost
Arriving ain't an option
Horizons are all I've got
I feel I'm froze from head shoulders knees and toes
I want wind to blow
Attempting to feel comfortable
I might be on a roll but that don't make me boulder
From a flame to a smolder
I'm getting older
I'm the type to take the flight and light it on the rooftop
I can see my house from here
It's empty, the lights are off
Sunsets they are are the same
Upset, it seems I am lost
Arriving ain't an option
Horizons are all I've got