White Bird - Matthew And The Atlas

White bird in the morning

On the edge of the sun

Gold is the evening

When the daylight is done

I know that it’s hard to face it

I know that it’s not the same

Wildfire in the morning

With a ghost by my side

Wings made of ash now

So it’s strange to confide

I know that it’s hard to face it

I know that it’s not the same

Is there something that I missed

Beneath the viaduct

While the humming birds gathered

Gathered in the dusk

Is there something that I missed

Beneath the viaduct

Am I hanging on a thread?

Stains glow in the midnight

As the fires dissipate

Maybe you were right

A fire will create

I know that it’s hard to face it

I know that it’s not the same

Is there something that I missed

Beneath the viaduct

While the humming birds gathered

Gathered in the dusk

Is there something that I missed

Beneath the viaduct

Am I hanging on a thread?

Just to buy me love