Sync Different

I am waking up In the orchard of our dreams It hasn’t been easy We haven’t been friends for a while I will turn my back On the things I’ve done That have made you disappear You haven’t been first, for a while I could I could Blame it on the weather Blame it on the plan I could, I could Blame it on my job Blame the other man I could, I could Gather up my stones Hurl them at you I could, I could But if I lay a single finger I’m hurting me too I can see the light And it doesn’t burn my eyes For the first time in a long time I’m walking out from the shadows You twist your head Turn your heart to my face Your independent smile Tells me we can be friends again I’m being honest I’m being honest I’m being honest Right with you now I’m being honest I’m being honest I’m being honest Right here now

Feeling the wild winds are waking, waking And all my best intentions thrown
I’m drifting closer to the edge
The silent cliff top suspense
Feeling the wild winds are waking, waking
I’m unsettled Unsettled
I can’t shake it off I’m unsettled Unsettled
I can’t shake it off
Pick up my ball of thoughts and throw it, throw it I’ll let the wind direct it’s path
Could hear that pin drop to the floor
And seconds later exploding
Pick up my ball of thoughts and throw it, throw it
I can see that winter is up ahead
And if I don’t get my head together
I’ll be blown away
I will be logged out, adrift, a castaway And if I don’t anchor down,
I will pass away
I can’t shake it off I can’t shake it off

Out of the way,
Eat the time dreaming away
Out of the day,
In the freedom of the day
How many games are played for the brithgness of a shadow
How many lands are dreamed in the darkness of a subway
How many times you loved the sky that is sublime
How many games are played for the brithgness of a shadow
Out of the way,
Eat the time dreaming away
Out of the day,
In the freedom of the day
How many eyes are closed in the steams of chem factory
How many speech are lost in the huge noise of a city
How many times you loved the sky that is sublime
How many games are played for the brightness of a shadow
Out of the way,
Eat the time dreaming away
Out of the day,
In the freedom of the day