I'm too trapped in the moonlight
Too caught in the wind
To enjoy the view
And I'm too stuck in the moment
Too lost in the end
In spite of you
I'm sick of your kind
And I know that you won't find me
On the other side
But the rivers have run dry
And nothing here will sate me
On the other side
I'll sleep in the eye of the storm
All the blankets adorned with my dreams
I'll reach and get further than most
But they're never as close as they seem
I'm sick of your kind
And I know that you won't find me
On the other side
But the rivers have run dry
And nothing here will sate me
On the other side
And you will think
That nothing's worth the fall
You'll find peace at the brink
The silence of it all
And you will see
That nothing bears the rope
The weight that's underneath
There's no way it can cope
And you will know
That nothing loads the gun
The only way to go
Is turn your head and run
I'm sick of your kind
And I know that you won't find me
On the other side
But the rivers have run dry
And nothing here will sate me
On the other side
