Polar - Bilby

I’m the type to take the flight and light it on the rooftop

My knuckles are purple I am colder, I am polar

The sun is not hot enough to warm me up

No the blood doesn’t rush to my head fast enough

I’m the type to take the flight and light it on the rooftop

I can see my house from here

It’s empty, the lights are off

Sunsets they are are the same

Upset, it seems I am lost

Arriving ain’t an option

Horizons are all I’ve got

I feel I’m froze from head shoulders knees and toes

I want wind to blow

Attempting to feel comfortable

I might be on a roll but that don’t make me boulder

From a flame to a smolder

I’m getting older

I’m the type to take the flight and light it on the rooftop

I can see my house from here

It’s empty, the lights are off

Sunsets they are are the same

Upset, it seems I am lost

Arriving ain’t an option

Horizons are all I’ve got