I tried to cover what mattered most
Endless dose from my own ghost
Holy wind blowing right on in

Things I should have been
Coldness of night
Inside winters sleep
Disturbing what's right

Better to burn
Better to leave it all in the dirt
(In the dirt)
Wounds that mend
Throwing caution to the wind
(To the wind)

To the wind of the settled signs
On the end of the losing kind
In that voice it bleeds again
Shadows luck to remind my winds

Things I should have been
Coldness of night
Inside winters sleep
Disturbing what's right

Better to burn
Better to leave it all in the dirt
(In the dirt)
Wounds that mend
Throwing caution to the wind
(To the wind)
To the wind
To the wind

Fill my lungs with summers rain
Designs of my escape through the endless drain
Where I'd rather lose myself to the oceans' waves
And swallow the tears of the sun. Death's one last claim

Better to burn
Better to leave it all in the dirt
(In the dirt)
Wounds that mend
Throwing caution to the wind
(To the wind)
To the wind
To the wind