Birch - Dry Lungs Lyrics

We said our story would never be told
So we covered up the memories by tearing it all down
How could we be so stupid how could we be so blind
Guess we had to try to figure ourselves out

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm giving up this whole me this whole disguise
Feeling tired so I role the dice
I've been the composer of a made up symphony a fictional sound
Even thou I don't smoke my lungs are dry

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

The waves travels fast
Yet the bottle hasn't reached land
Through streams and hurricanes it got lost somewhere
Now I give up this is me

This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am
This is who I am