It's Floating Wicker Propelled By Fire

False words and heartfelt promises, a lead balloon weighing down this basket.

I'll crash it through you're roof and not explain my actions after.

I'm waiting for the other foot to drop

And I'm waiting for this ringing in my head

To stop

Someone grab the phone and throw it through the wall

Because no ones ever picking up

Time and time again I'm coming back now

I'm slowly running out of air.

We're clutching now relentlessly for hands that don't care to hold us,

Searching every night for comfort, for something more

Run now and don't look back

Time and time again I'm coming back now

I'm slowly running out of air.

I'll find a way to reach the surface, and swallow all the air I can,

If you're taking me down I'll be damned if i'm coming unprepared

We're hanging onto these high hopes

Lights lap at the waters edge now and hint at the darkness,

sing to me, so sing to me, you're never too far gone

Just hold tight. I'll pull us out of this.