Lyrics
we got lost again, drove to the end of a road, and a red aced man, taught us to do what we're told, and on the 23rd night, things ain't bad but things ain't right, are we falling or flying, are we falling or flying, are we living or dying, i guess we'll never know, the air's so heavy, it could drown a butterfly, if it flew too high, and i get the feeling, that the truck driver ain't shy, cause he's looking at me but nowhere near my eyes, and on the 35th morning, things ain't good but things ain't boring, are we falling or flying, are we falling or flying, are we living or dying, i guess we'll never know, sometimes it's hard tot ell, if there's a life behind a song, but i know tomorrow, today won't feel so long, cause on the 42nd night, the room was dark but the stage was bright, are we falling or flying, are we falling or flying, are we living or dying, cause my friend this too shall pass, so play every show like it's your last
Song details
Artist: grace potter and the nocturnals