IT’S IN YOUR HANDS, IN YOUR HANDS

IN THE SKY AND IN THE SAND

EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK, YOU SEE YOURSELF

IT’S WHAT YOU ALWAYS DREAM ABOUT

COLD UNTIL THE SUN COMES OUT

NOTHING SEEMS TO CHANGE MUCH AROUND YOU

YOU CAN HEAR WITH EVERYTHING YOU NEED

SO KISS THE GROUND AND THEN YOU WILL BELIEVE

I’M JUST TIRED OF WAITING

FUZZED AND FADING

I’M JUST TIRED OF WAITING

FUZZED AND FADING



THE LAST CRATE RUSHES IN YOUR HEAD

ALL THE THINGS YOU NEVER SAID

CAUSE YOU KNOW IT’S PROBABLY IMPOSSIBLE

I DON’T KNOW THE HALF OF IT

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND LAUGH A BIT

THE ROAD CAN TURN TO DUST RIGHT BENEATH YOU

THERE IS SOMETHING THAT ANYONE CAN SEE

SO KISS THE GROUND AND THEN YOU WILL BELIEVE

I’M JUST TIRED OF WAITING

FUZZED AND FADING

FUZZED AND FADING

I’M JUST TIRED OF WAITING

FUZZED AND FADING

FUZZED AND FADING



AND IF YOUR PLANE’S GONNA CRASH

WIPE THE SLEEP OF YOUR EYELASH

YOU LOOK TO THE CEILING FOR SOME HELP

YOU’RE IN THE CLOUDS

YOU’RE IN THE CLOUDS

YOU’RE EVERYWHERE YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED

YOU STILL PAINT THE WALLS THERE BENEATH YOU

THE GROUND CAN GIVE YOU EVERYTHING YOU NEED

(REPEAT CHORUS