What a crime it is to live and never look up at the sky Cause in a couple years, there’ll just be darkness in the night And I’ll have wasted all this time, worrying about wasting mine What a crime it is to live inside your mind
What a crime it is to sing only quietly in the night Cause, one day, I’ll be wondering why I let it all pass by And maybe my anxiety was just a fear of flying What a crime it is to live inside your mind
What a crime it is to live and not look up at the sky Cause in a couple years, there’ll just be darkness in the night And I’ll have wasted all this time, worrying about wasting mine What a crime it is to live inside your mind