[ Featuring York, Sam Martin ]
It was only just a few short years ago
I was thinking bout' the fires that I once owned
My misery had found its wings and had its way
Rocking, falling, sinking to my knees was every day
I was higher
I was like a burning ember floating in the wind
I was tired
And now I've found my way back home to you again
Ooh oh ooh
Why did it always take so much to play my hand
I reached my limit found that I no longer can
My history had found its way upon the shelf
Collecting dust and yearning blindly for my desperate self
I was higher
I was like a burning ember floating in the wind
I was tired
And now I've found my way back home to you again
Ooh oh ooh
