Saging my bedroom
Dusting every surface every corner
Pleading and praying it gets warmer
In this hollow winter time

Three hours of sunlight
Don't really matter when you're deprived
Of happiness and weekend advice
To find some oxygen

Sweeter pastures wait for me like a lover
My soul has suffered
Get the fuck out of my atmosphere
I'm breathing clean, clean air

Went through an x-ray
Doctors said there's nothing left to see now
Nothing weird or scary, although somehow
Your heart turned back to gold

Guess I've been wounded
Tiny comments ricochet like bullets
Cyclone on a sunny day, you shook it
And dragged me down to hell

Now sweeter pastures wait for me like a lover
Lord knows I've suffered
Get the fuck out of my atmosphere
I'm breathing clean, clean air

Ooh, ooh
Clean air
Ooh
I'm breathing clean, clean air