Thunderbird - White Hinterland

In the morning

While you’re sleeping

Barely moving, heavy breathing

In the morning

I am leaving, the horizon

My undoing

Different cities, bigger cities

Through it all, we were drifting

You cannot keep me

Keep me steady

The horizon

Always floating

Through the walls now, I can hear you

Hear you moving, barely breathing

Through the walls now, I can feel you

If that’s not you, it must be thunder