Keane

The sun bleeds in, hear the magpie sing for sorrow
It makes things better
Maybe we'll get to spread our wings tomorrow
If luck will let us
Can anyone fly into these grey skies?
Is there somewhere I'm meant to be
Sea fog comes, like a river rolls a stone
It's rolling me
I missed my turn in the dark
I hear your voice
It makes things easy
I strayed too far from the road