I was in rehab
Seeking a way to make sense of the world
Things that couldn't be understood
I turned on my soul and switched off my mind.
I had to fly far away from the sun
That no longer lit up my glory
It seemed the daily routine
Had been turned into confusion and pain, everything.
I had to learn to back up
My words if only on paper
Things that couldn't be understood
Cared for my soul and returned it reborn
I had to fly far away from the sun
That no longer lit up my glory
It seemed the daily routine
Had been turned into usefulness and love
I had to fly far away from the sun
That no longer lit up my glory