A hundred birds flying circles
Round and round my bed
I'm getting old
All this silver and gold, I can't help myself
Bouquets past bloom
Hold that picture in your head if flowers still mean anything to you
Can you hear it?
The distant grinding?
Where's my car even driving?
I can't believe my motherf*cking timing.
Before us, before us
I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I was a hallway with all the doors closed
Before us
I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I closed my eyes and I gave up control
This room has snapped cold
And I'd leave
If it weren't for my view of the road
A bouquet past bloom
And I swear I hear it
Singing my old tunes
Oh, I can't help myself
Before us, before us
I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I was a hallway with all the doors closed
Before us
I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
I closed my eyes and I gave up control
I gave up control, I gave up control
To the silver and gold, to the silver and gold
Where's my car even driving?
Can you believe this motherf*cking timing?
Before us, before us
I was a good man in a bad place
I found sin when I was looking for grace
Before us
I took a wrong turn down the wrong road
And somewhere...
I gave up control, I gave up control, I gave up control, To the silver and gold