Skywriter

What's the point of searching if I just end up lost?

And what's the use in loving you if it just makes me crazy?

And what's the point of taking your hand if we just turn and walk away? I'm deadweight

I think about you night and day I think I'm going crazy. Do I come off crazy?

I think I'm crazy, crazy

Skywriter speaks in clips and phrases

Bright white puffs on the bluest pages

But hangs his head at the rush of the wind

If only he could say it again

Some nights he screams into the infinite

Tries to write a line that will outlive him

Thinks of her and breathes something intimate

To match her elegance, should they end up face to face here

But it only comes out phrases

Does he come off crazy?

Skywriter speaks in clips and phrases

(I'm deadweight)

What's the point of searching if I just end up lost?

(I'm deadweight)

And what's the use in loving you if it just makes me crazy?

(I'm deadweight)

And what's the point of taking your hand if we just turn and walk away?

Don't think about it too much it might just make you crazy

Don't think about it too much it might just make you crazy

It might just, it might just, it might just make you crazy

Did the wind blow you down?

Was it your greatest enemy?

I'd love to keep you here with me on the ground

Yours is the only sky I see

(I'm deadweight)

What's the point of searching if I just end up lost?

(I'm deadweight)

And what's the use in loving you if it just makes me crazy?

(I'm deadweight)

And what's the point of taking your hand if we just turn and walk away?

I think about you night and day I think I'm going crazy

It might just, it might just, it might just make you crazy