Trading My Soul - The Flower Kings

Don’t tell me I’m dying… got no time for grief

Don’t open that door — now let me go back to sleep

I’m just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul

I’m spinning that big black hole

On borrowed wings;

nor flesh, nor skin

We drift like feathers in wind

Not the end, but I sense it is near

I’m in limbo between earth and sky

I can see all your houses from here

But don’t you tell me that this is dying

The walls… the carpets… the curtains… they cloud the room

I’m left here with no ticket, but I bet we’re leaving soon

I’m just in a phase of fading, I´m left here trading my soul

I’m spinning that big black hole

On borrowed wings;

nor flesh, nor skin

We drift like feathers in wind

Not the end, but I sense it is near

I’m in limbo between earth and sky

I can see all your houses from here

But don’t you tell me that this is dying