In between the rose bush the road and the rubbish
I remembered the question of being
Of how I wanted it to feel
There is everything in me but it's forgotten
I've been here so long looking or living or sitting
That the furniture starts to breathe
And what question is there when we are here losing it
Drifting between the flowers, the road and the rubble

Days like this are the wildest way
To tame the flames
To get the head to higher
Heavy is the head
That wants to get lighter
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help
In an ideal world
There won't be a breath in between
To say what it is you have seen
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help

Its someone else's stone
Someone's grave unknown
Under church bells churning
Someone's heavenly wedding song
It's the wish of the weak to stay still
It's the will of brave to go higher
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help

In the house of fifty divorced morning men
A different man in every stand
Every bathroom mat another one
Every morning at the same torn carpet corner
The same stone faces coming round the house bend
This time
It's me or them
The journey worsens
Candle burns
Until we meet ourselves again
Cursing
Our Divine love lost friends
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help

I fight the freedom
Hiking to get higher
Heavy is the head
That wants to get lighter
Do days like this hurt the head or
Do days like this help
Do days like this hurt the head or
Do days like this help

Working is the wildest way to tame the flames
To dance with the fire
Wild animal
Climbing your walls
Daily Failing
Feeling sick
She doesn't care
Ever asking to go higher

Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this help
Do days like this hurt the head
Or do days like this