Things that the doctor said Truth that the liars know Words that the author writes The Lives that the movies show When mother nature breathes The rustling in the trees From these which we build our homes The fabric in which we're sown The Harbingers of our sleep The dreams that our memory keeps Lucid I walk a hill And rest by a windowsill And the bird sits beside me there And tells me to be aware Cause though im a gentle sole, I come from a pack of wolves, Hey Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Things that the doctor said Truth that the liars know Words that the author writes The Lives that the movies show When mother nature breathes The rustling in the trees From these which we build our homes The fabric in which we're sown The Harbingers of our sleep The dreams that our memory keeps Lucid I walk a hill And rest by a windowsill And the bird sits beside me there And tells me to be aware Cause though im a gentle sole, I come from a pack of wolves, Hey Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah Woah, Woah