Free the starling from the tower and face the light,
Ignore the muttering and the chattering outside.
I seem to paper over all of my mistakes,
But the more I do the more I seem to make,
Alive in the human tide
Under neon mistakes.
I submit to the hate of the raging sky.
Be still tonight,
Be still tonight,
Be fragile tonight,
And you know it's alright.
And we're stuck between savageness and grace,
And take our places for the neverending race,
And the more we need the more we need to make,
And the more we give the more we need to take.
Alive in the human tide,
And the rhythm is strong like the stick on the drum,
And I feel stun tides.
Be still tonight,
Be still tonight,
Be fragile tonight,
And you know it's alright.
Be still tonight,
Be still tonight,
Be fragile tonight,
And you know it's alright.
Alive in the human tide
Under neon mistakes.
I submit to the hate of the raging sky.